Ricky:
Dartmouth Regional Vacational School? Julian, are you fucked in the head? I thought we weren't going to fucking high school. I can't go to fucking vacational school.
Julian:
Rick, you're not selling hash in high school, alright? You're old enough to be a teacher in high school, Rick. Think.
Ricky:
Yeah, but the learning thing that you get at fucking spoken out and trying to get up in there and then you gotta. Fuck.
Julian:
Rick, Rick, Rick.
Ricky:
I can't do this, man. My brain doesn't work this way. It's not college level.
Julian:
This is the perfect place to sell hash. We are not gonna get caught. Everything'll be fine. Come on.
Bubbles:
You'll do alright, Ricky.
Julian:
Think about this, think about your daughter, think about Lucy. They're gonna be impressed with you. They're gonna be so fucking proud of you, man Come on, let's go.
Ricky:
Julian, this brain barely got through fucking Grade 7. Well, Julian's been all paranoid lately with fucking Lahey and all these books he's reading, for fuck sakes. He says it's too risky for me to have a bunch of hash on me around schools that do these random searches, so he used this big-smart-thinking stuff to come up with this new plan where basically I just take orders for hash in the daytime, get people's locker number and combinations, then at night, we break in to the school, if there's money in the lockers, we just drop the hash off there. Use the honor Lee system. And hopefully it's gonna work out good. Boys, they're not gonna let me in here. If they do, there's not a fucking chance in hell I'm gonna get a greeting card. Think about it, I'm stupid.
Julian:
Rick, listen to me. Don't let school shit distract you, okay? You're here for one reason and that's to sell drugs, okay? Stay focused, man.
Bubbles:
There's two ways to look at it, really. Either you go to school to learn, or you go to school to sell drugs and Ricky's here to sell drugs. I mean, maybe if it was under different circumstances, he could learn something, but Julian wants him just to sell drugs. It's kind of ironic, really.
