I was teaching junior high (eastern passage for jody and phillip) as a sub and a couple of characters at the back were all fidgity…the class had just started…so I told them to get it over with…after a number of prompts, because they were incredulus that I would allow them to do this, they performed a butchered scene from resevoir dogs…I informed them of their lackluster performace and went on to have a great day with this “tough” class….
about a month later I am called to the same school and upon entering a number of youths approach enquiring who I am in for today…sure enough I am back with this same class…the atmosphere was tangible…it turned out that the budding thespians had been practicing…hoping I would return…upon letting them loose they performed brilliantly nailing the enitire scene…
for the sake of those other then jody and phillip….my surname provided the prompt for all of this…as I was and am Mr. Pink
I still grin when I think of those guys…it has become one of my favorite “teaching moments”…..
JOE
I tried that once, it don’t work. You get four guys fighting over who’s gonna be Mr. Black. Since nobody knows anybody else, nobody wants to back down. So forget it, I pick. Be thankful you’re not Mr. Yellow.
MR. BROWN
Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That’s too close to Mr. Shit.
MR. PINK
Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me, I’m Mr. Purple.
JOE
You’re not Mr. Purple, somebody from another job’s Mr. Purple. You’re Mr. Pink.
MR. WHITE
Who cares what your name is? Who cares if you’re Mr. Pink, Mr. Purple, Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss…
MR. PINK
Oh that’s really easy for you to say, you’re Mr. White. You gotta cool-sounding name. So tell me, Mr. White, if you think “Mr. Pink” is no big deal, you wanna trade?
JOE
Nobody’s trading with anybody! Look, this ain’t a goddamn fuckin city counsel meeting! [Did you hear that, Tom?] Listen up Mr. Pink. We got two ways here, my way or the highway. And you can go down either of ‘em. So what’s it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
MR. PINK
Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin forget it. This is beneath me. I’m Mr. Pink, let’s move on.
ha ha…I completely forgot the city council line…now that is funny all things considered…I may have to work this into a future “meeting”….oh yeah you hate that punctuation “thingy”….
What the hell’s Death Proof? Never heard of it. Where was I that year?
I was teaching junior high (eastern passage for jody and phillip) as a sub and a couple of characters at the back were all fidgity…the class had just started…so I told them to get it over with…after a number of prompts, because they were incredulus that I would allow them to do this, they performed a butchered scene from resevoir dogs…I informed them of their lackluster performace and went on to have a great day with this “tough” class….
about a month later I am called to the same school and upon entering a number of youths approach enquiring who I am in for today…sure enough I am back with this same class…the atmosphere was tangible…it turned out that the budding thespians had been practicing…hoping I would return…upon letting them loose they performed brilliantly nailing the enitire scene…
for the sake of those other then jody and phillip….my surname provided the prompt for all of this…as I was and am Mr. Pink
I still grin when I think of those guys…it has become one of my favorite “teaching moments”…..
Here’s your big scene, Tom:
MR. PINK
Why am I Mr. Pink?
JOE
Cause you’re a faggot.
MR. PINK
Why can’t we pick out our own colors?
JOE
I tried that once, it don’t work. You get four guys fighting over who’s gonna be Mr. Black. Since nobody knows anybody else, nobody wants to back down. So forget it, I pick. Be thankful you’re not Mr. Yellow.
MR. BROWN
Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That’s too close to Mr. Shit.
MR. PINK
Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr. Pussy. Tell you what, let me be Mr. Purple. That sounds good to me, I’m Mr. Purple.
JOE
You’re not Mr. Purple, somebody from another job’s Mr. Purple. You’re Mr. Pink.
MR. WHITE
Who cares what your name is? Who cares if you’re Mr. Pink, Mr. Purple, Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss…
MR. PINK
Oh that’s really easy for you to say, you’re Mr. White. You gotta cool-sounding name. So tell me, Mr. White, if you think “Mr. Pink” is no big deal, you wanna trade?
JOE
Nobody’s trading with anybody! Look, this ain’t a goddamn fuckin city counsel meeting! [Did you hear that, Tom?] Listen up Mr. Pink. We got two ways here, my way or the highway. And you can go down either of ‘em. So what’s it gonna be, Mr. Pink?
MR. PINK
Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin forget it. This is beneath me. I’m Mr. Pink, let’s move on.
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The scene can be viewed on YouTube (of course):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=monNMsQyfCE
Mr. Pink’s part starts at 1:35.
ha ha…I completely forgot the city council line…now that is funny all things considered…I may have to work this into a future “meeting”….oh yeah you hate that punctuation “thingy”….