Angus Tully: I thought all of the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.
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Angus Tully: I thought all of the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.
Angus Tully: Twisted fucker orphaned that glove on purpose. Left you with one so the loss would sting that much more.
Paul Hunham: This is your Rubicon. Do not cross the Rubicon.
Paul Hunham: Without sufficient exercise, the body devours itself.
Paul Hunham: Mr. Tully, for most people sex is 99 percent friction and one percent goodwill.
Mary Lamb: You can't even dream a whole dream, can you?
Angus Tully: Shh. Stop crying. If they hear you, they'll crucify you. Which would be ironic since your Buddhist.
Paul Hunham: I guess I thought I could make a difference. I mean, I used to think I could prepare them for the world even a little. Provide standards and grounding like Dr. Greene always drilled into us. But, uh, the world doesn't make sense anymore. I mean, it's on fire. The rich don't give a shit. Poor kids are cannon fodder. Integrity is a punch line. Trust is just a name on a bank. Miss Lydia Crane: Well... look, if that's all true, then now is when they most need someone like you.
Paul Hunham: Believe it or not, Mr. Tully, there was a time when the fire in my loins burned white hot. Angus Tully: You're full of shit. Paul Hunham: No, the details would curl your toes.
Paul Hunham: He was a great kid. I had him one semester. Very insightful. Mary Lamb: Mm-hmm. He hated you. He said you were a real asshole. Paul Hunham: Well, uh, like I said... sharp kid, insightful.
Teddy Kountze: Sir, I don't understand. Paul Hunham: That's glaringly apparent. Teddy Kountze: I can't fail this class. Paul Hunham: Oh, don't sell yourself short, Mr. Kountze, I truly believe that you can.
Paul Hunham: Fresh air would do you good. Angus Tully: It's like 15 degrees outside. Paul Hunham: And the Romans bathed naked in the freezing Tiber. Adversity builds character, Mr. Tully.
Paul Hunham: Hmm. Hey, what's that? Waitress: That's our signature dessert. Cherries jubilee. Paul Hunham: Mmm. That sounds great. Bring the young vandal here cherries jubilee. Waitress: I'm afraid I can't. The dish contains brandy. Same deal with the bananas Foster. Mary Lamb: Yeah, but doesn't the alcohol just burn off? Waitress: It's still against the rules, ma'am. Paul Hunham: Fine. I'll order the cherries jubilee. We can share it. Waitress: Mm. I can't allow that, either. Paul Hunham: Can we say it's his birthday? Angus Tully: It's my birthday. Waitress: Well, happy birthday, young man. Let's get you a slice of cake or some other age appropriate dessert. Paul Hunham: Christ on a crutch. What kind of a fascist hash foundry are you running here?
Paul Hunham: Here's something I bet you didn't know. Your uniform, festive as it is, is historically inaccurate. Saint Nicholas of Myra was actually a fourth-century Greek Bishop from what is now Turkey. So, uh, a robe and sandals would be closer to the mark. Yeah, but I guess that would be impractical given the weather and all the silly but lucrative mythology about Santa and elves and reindeer and chimneys and whatnot. Paul Hunham: What can you do? As Democritus said, 'O kósmos alloíosis, o víos ypólipsis.' 'World is decay. Life is perception.'
Paul Hunham: You just earned yourself a detention, sir, now, get back here! Angus Tully: Being here with you is already one big fucking detention! Paul Hunham: Son of a bitch! That's another detention!
Angus Tully: Ouch. You two have chemistry. Paul Hunham: Okay. That's the Percodan talking. Angus Tully: I don't know, seeing her like this, I think she's pretty attractive. Paul Hunham: Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.
Paul Hunham: Well, I look forward to your fine cooking. Mary Lamb: Oh, no, no, don't do that. All we've got is whatever is in that walk-in. No new deliveries till January.
Mary Lamb: I heard you got stuck with babysitting duty this year. How'd you manage that? Paul Hunham: Oh, I don't know. I suppose I failed someone who richly deserved it. Mary Lamb: The Osgood kid? Yeah, he was a real asshole. Rich and dumb, a popular combination around here.
Paul Hunham: If Woodrup finds out, the facts won't matter. He'll make it my fault. Angus Tully: It is your fault! You were supposed to be looking after me. Paul Hunham: I told you to stop. Angus Tully: You said you washed your hands of me. Paul Hunham: No, I meant it metaphorically! Angus Tully: Of course you meant it metaphorically. What were you going to do, actually go and wash your hands?
Hooker: Hi there, handsome. Got a cigarette? Paul Hunham: No, sorry. I smoke a pipe. Hooker: Then how about a date? You want a date? Paul Hunham: No, thank you. Hooker: Come on, let's go somewhere warm! Angus Tully: Go ahead. I can wait here. Hooker: See? He can wait here and read some books. Get educated. He doesn't mind if daddy gets a little candy cane. Paul Hunham: Thank you, but I've never really liked candy canes. Plus, I'm pre-diabetic.
Mary Lamb: It's a show where they ask couples questions to see how well they know each other. Paul Hunham: That sounds like courting disaster. Mary Lamb: Yeah, that's the whole damn point.
Mary Lamb: Those two are going to get a divorce. Paul Hunham: How do you know? Mary Lamb: I recognize that look of stale disappointment. She hates him.
Paul Hunham: Now, in the first of said detentions, you will clean the library, top to bottom. Scraping the undersides of the desks; which are caked with snot, and gum, and all manner of ancient, unspeakable proteins. Ah, on your hands and knees, down in the dust, breathing in the dead skin of generations of students and desiccated cockroach assholes. Alex Ollerman: It was Kountze! Kountze started it!
Teddy Kountze: Extra reading over vacation and no makeup test? Are you fucking kidding me? Nice work, asshole! Angus Tully: Can you not talk, please? I'm trying to pray. Teddy Kountze: You better pray I don't catch you alone. Because I will full on nut-punch you! Angus Tully: Tone it down. Jesus can hear you.
Paul Hunham: You know, I've had a lot of former students ascend to positions of authority. He's the only one I've ever had to report to. Miss Lydia Crane: He was your student? Paul Hunham: Oh, yes. My first year teaching, and he was an asshole even then.
Ye-Joon Park: I have no friends. Angus Tully: Yeah, well, friends are overrated.
Teddy Kountze: Sir, I don't understand. Paul Hunham: That's glaringly apparent. Teddy Kountze: No, it's... I can't fail this class. Paul Hunham: Oh, don't sell yourself short, Mr. Kountze, I truly believe that you can.
Paul Hunham: This is not exactly a face forged for romance.
