Mask | 1985

What's the matter? Never saw anybody from the planet Vulcan before?

Yes, uh...

Never mind.

Wait a minute. Ma'am!

Hi, I'm here to register my son for the ninth grade.

Well, Mrs....

No Mrs. I'm Rusty Dennis. Meet my son, Rocky.

Please sit down.

We're running a little bit late, so could you move it along?

This is a public junior high school, Miss Dennis.

There are special schools

with wonderful facilities more appropriate for his needs.

Do you teach algebra, biology and English here?

Of course.

Those are his needs.

Perhaps I should speak to the boy's father.

Perhaps you should speak to the Pope. He'd be a lot easier to find.

Under the circumstances

for the good of my students as well as your son,

I'll need additional...

Don't jerk me around. I'm not in the mood.

I've had a real crappy day so far.

First, we're in the wrong district, I gotta come here and play pussyfoot.

This is a copy of our Lease, a copy of Rocky's birth certificate,

and this is his last report card. He was in the top 5% of his class.

I got some additional information. My lawyer's name is B.D. Higgins.

If you give me any shit at all, he's gonna drag your ass into court.

Don't worry, Mr. Simms.

I look weird but otherwise I'm real normal.

Everything will be cool.

Thanks a lot. See you next week.

Mom?

What?

We have a lawyer named B.D. Higgins?

Yeah, Bull Dozer.

Come on.

So, you're a lawyer, Doze!

Bullshit rules!