School of Rock2003

Dewey:
If you wanna rock, you gotta break the rules. You gotta get mad at The Man, and right now I'm The Man. That's right, I'm The Man, and who's got the guts to tell me off? Huh? Who's gonna tell me off?

Freddy:
Shut up, Schneebly!

Dewey:
That's it, Freddy. That's it! Who can top him?

Alicia:
Get outta here, stupid.

Dewey:
Yes, Alicia.

Summer:
You're a joke. You're the worst teacher I've ever had.

Dewey:
Summer, that is great. I like the delivery because I felt your anger.

Summer:
Thank you.

Lawrence:
You're a fat loser, and you have body odor.

Dewey:
All right. All right! Now is everyone nice and ticked off?

Class:
Yeah!

Dewey:
Good! Time to write a rock song! Now what makes you mad more than anything in the world? Billy?

Billy:
You.

Dewey:
Billy, we've already told me off. Let's move on.

Billy:
You're tacky and I hate you.

Dewey:
Okay, you see me after class.