School of Rock2003

[Dewey is on the phone, trying to sell one of his guitars]

Dewey:
Uh-huh. Yes. Yeah, it's a 1968 Gibson SG, mint condish. [pause] No. That's all? Well, that's a mistake. No, Hendrix played this guitar. [the person on the other end hangs up] Hello?!

[Dewey hangs up. The phone rings; Dewey answers it]

Dewey:
Yeah?

Mullins:
Is this Mr. Schneebly?

Dewey:
No, he's not here.

Mullins:
Oh, could you take a message for me?

Dewey:
Um... Yeah.

Mullins:
Hi, my name's Rosalie Mullins. I'm the principal here at Horace Green Prep, and we're having a little emergency here; one of our teachers broke her leg on the way to school this morning, and all of our subs are already working. Pat Wickam at Milton Prep recommended I give Mr. Schneebly a call. Do you know if he's available?

Dewey:
Um... How long is the gig?

Mullins:
Excuse me?

Dewey:
Uh, how long is the job?

Mullins:
My guess is as much as a few weeks, but we do need somebody to start immediately.

Dewey:
Mmm-hmm. So how much are we talkin' here?

Mullins:
We pay our substitutes 650 a week. Now, do you know when Mr. Schneebly will be back?

Dewey:
Hold on a sec... Oh, you know what? I think he's just comin' in right about... Ned, phone! [pretends to pass the phone, then speaks in a deep voice] Hello, this is Ned Schneebly.