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-Welcome to detention.
You're 10 minutes late.
-What are you gonna do? Give us detention?
-No, I'm gonna give you something called
"more detention"!
Sit down!
All right. No talking.
No texting. No devices.
No sexting. No ghosting.
No re-tweets.
If I hear one re-tweeting...
This is a time for penance.
-Did you just say, "This is a time for penis"?
-You just bought yourself another week.
[ Laughs ]
Welcome to Hell.
-Great joke. Totally worth it.
-I'm sorry about last night.
-Can you please be quiet?
We're in detention because of you.
-What about your boyfriend?
-He's not my boyfriend anymore.
-Really? Uh...
that's...that's, uh, too bad.
-No, it's not.
I'm done with destructive assholes.
-That's great.
-When I say "destructive assholes," that includes you.
-What?
-You, Ethan, Charlie, you're all the same. Grow up.
-Hey, Dana? There was a monster.
A hairy ball with, like, 1,000 teeth.
He knows it, he saw it.
Don't.
[ Tires screech ]
-Wait here. -What are you talking about?
I'm going in there with you to get my son.
-Trust me, it is not safe.
-Oh, you do care about me.
Wait, are you crazy?
You can't bring that thing into a school.
-Then, what am I supposed to use?
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-Oh, hey, hey.
Deliveries are around the back.
What the fuck?
-This is a terrible body.
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-[ Growling ]
-So, you guys trashed my den
to make this stupid flip-phone video?
-No, Dana, that's a real monster.
-You're the monster, dumbass.
-Screw you, dude. I have it on my phone.
-Buddy, that thing's still got an antenna.
-And what about Penelope?
Chris, trashing my party is one thing,
but roofying a girl's drink, that's criminal.
-Dana, I didn't do any of that.
-Please don't talk to me again.
-Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!
Is Mr. Weber working for a delivery service now?
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-Christopher Stewart?
-Yeah?
-You must die.
-Ah! Ha!
-Let's get the hell out of here, man!
-You said he was lying!
You said there were no hairy balls!
-Come on!
-[ Groaning ]
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-[ Laughs ]
Oh!
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-Run! Go! Go!
Go!
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-[ Laughing ]
-What the hell are those things?!
-What the fuck is wrong with Mr. Weber?!
Whoa!
-There's no way out. -Oh, shit, guys?
-The window. -Well, can we fit?
-I got this!
-Yo, yo, yo.
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-You first, come on!
-What about Christopher and Charlie?
-Yeah, I'll help 'em. Just go!
-[ Growling ]
-Here. Take my hand.
-Mom?
-I'm here, Pork Chop.
That's it.
-See you around, suckers.
-No! You have to help them!
-There's no way my son will get through this
without a boost.
-Fine. Fine!
Fuck! Come on!
Hurry!
Jesus!
-Ethan, push! -Keep pulling!
Ah, fuck!
Ah, what the fuck?!
[ Screaming ]
-No!
-Mom? Mom, wake up!
-Chris! -Dude!
-[ Groaning ]
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-Mom! Mom, wake up!
Where are you taking us?!
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