Dewey Finn:
[Patty opens the curtains. Dewey wakes up]
What? What is it?
Ned Schneebly:
Dewey, hey, it's the first of the month and uh, I would like you to share the rent now please.
Dewey Finn:
Aw man, you don't have that. You wake me up for that? Come on!
Ned Schneebly:
Sorry.
[Patty begs Ned to keep talking to Dewey]
Ned Schneebly:
Dewey! I mean, you owe me a lot of money as it is.
Patty Di Marco:
Yeah, try 2200 dollars.
Dewey Finn:
Ok, you guys, the band is about to hit it big time. We're gonna win Battle of the Bands and we're gonna roll it in the benjamins, I will throw you like a dog with a bone. Goodnight!
Patty Di Marco:
Oh, give it up! Your band has never made 2 cents!
Ned Schneebly:
Patty, come on, I'm on this.
Patty Di Marco:
Oh, you're on this? You're on this? He's walking all over you!
Dewey Finn:
Mommy, could we please talk about this later?
Patty Di Marco:
Uh, no, we can't talk about it later because Ned and I have to go to work. We have jobs. We contribute to society, alright? I'm an assistant to the mayor of this city, hello?
Dewey Finn:
Ned, can you get her out of here please? Why? Why her?
Patty Di Marco:
And Ned has the most important job there is.
Dewey Finn:
Temping?
Ned Schneebly:
[aggravated]
Dewey, a substitute teacher is not a temp!
Dewey Finn:
[sarcastically]
He's a babysitter!
Ned Schneebly:
Oh, you think it's so easy? I'd like to see you try. You would've last one day!
Dewey Finn:
Dude, I serve the society by rocking, okay? I'm out there on the front lines elaborating people with my music. Rocking ain't like walking at a park, lady!
Patty Di Marco:
This is useless, alright? You tell him that if he doesn't come up with the rent by the end of the week, he's out of here!
Ned Schneebly:
Dewey, I'm not paying your share of the rent so, I don't know, maybe you should sell one of your guitars or something.
Dewey Finn:
What? Would you tell Picasso to sell his guitars?
Patty Di Marco:
Oh my god, he's an idiot!
Dewey Finn:
Dude, I've been mooching off here for years and it's never been a problem until she showed up. Just dump her, man.
Ned Schneebly:
Yeah, well, if you don't come up with some money, she's gonna dump me. She's fed up.
Dewey Finn:
Oh, really? Because that would be a good thing. She's a nightmare!
Ned Schneebly:
Come on! I may never have another girlfriend! Just come on! Come up with some money, please! Please!
Dewey Finn:
Ok, for you. Not for her, but for you.
Ned Schneebly:
[calmly]
Thank you.