The conspiracy of a high school student council president

Maegan 2022-03-27 08:01:01

Nice movie, nice song.
Not too fast paced, slow entry.
Old fashioned costumes, old fashioned background,
tell us a story about 'money'.

Nothing too surprising about the whole story,
in school The dull male lead actually became
the boyfriend of the hottest girl in the school, and soon found out that he was playing with his
feelings and being used. But he also discovered an amazing
big secret, and finally found his true love.

This drama is so good Fortunately, the choice of actors can make people
feel real. The background of the story is not
as fashionable as AMERICAN PIE or other campus movies. Between simplicity and luxury
, it makes people feel more comfortable and real.


The only shortcoming It's the Easter Egg Gun, so trendy. If it hadn't been for
the shooting that led the actor to shift his suspicions
so quickly to the new student council president, the
whole movie might have been perfected.

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Assassination of a High School President quotes

  • Bobby Funke: Look Clara... I am the best writer you got.

    Clara: Bobby, you've never finished an article.

    Bobby Funke: [sternly] Well, are you going to give me this one, or not?

    Clara: ...No.

    [awkward pause]

    Bobby Funke: Do you want to come to Homecoming with me, then?

    Clara: [smiles] ... No.

    Bobby Funke: [narrating] Clara was one tough cookie. All I wanted was a taste.

    [Funke sighs and walks away]

  • [first lines]

    Bobby Funke: [narrating] You want to know the truth about high school? You've got to break it down into its elements. Unfortunately, at St. Donovan's, the periodic table is more crooked than a case of scoliosis. Just give me the chance and I'll set it all straight. Case in point, Spanish homework. "Dame un batido de esperma" does not mean, "Take me to the airport." It means, "Give me a sperm milkshake." And 22 kids gave that as an answer in Spanish 3 last week. I'm not sure about the milkshake, but somebody is sure feeding us something sticky. Every clique on campus is copying the same damn homework. Burn-outs, pretty boys, drama-dorks, jocks, debaters, player-haters, you name it. Oh, it's big, all right. And I'm on it like pink rubber bands on your little sister's braces. The name's Bobby Funke. I write for the paper.