- My pleasure, I'm sure. - I'm sure you're sure.

- I'm a substitute for Mr... - Spears.

Follow me.

That's why we're gonna win this talent show. 100 long-playing albumens.

- But we got zero talent. - There must be ten Roy Orbisons there.

The greatest hits of Beeth-oven?

Good morning. My name is Mr Stuart and I'm your substitute teacher.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

- Let's have a cigarette. - Yeah.

- Uh-um. - Mr Nogerelli. I've been looking for you.

Hello, Miss McGee. You're looking lovely today.

There has been a rumour, Mr Nogerelli,

that motorcycles have been driven across our school lawn.

I know that couldn't have been you, Mr Nogerelli.

I'm sure you have more respect for grass than that. Right?

- Hear this. No more! Understood? - Mm-mm.

Good. Do you smell something burning?

Mr Nogerelli...

I guess you sure told her, huh, Johnny?

- Water! - Sorry, I'm sorry, Johnny!