(beat) Don't you walk away from me. This is people's work, you can't graffiti here.
WILL:
Hey f*** you.
LAMBEAU:
(flustered) Well... I'll be speaking to your supervisor.
Will walks out. Lambeau goes to "fix" the proof, scanning the blackboard for whatever damage Will caused. He stops, scans the board again. Amazement registers on his face.
LAMBEAU:
My God.
Down the hall, we hear the DOOR CLOSE. He turns to look for Will, who is gone.
CUT TO:
EXT. BOW AND ARROW PUB, CAMBRIDGE -- THAT NIGHT A crowded Harvard Bar. Will and our gang walk by a line of several Harvard students, waiting to be carded.
MORGAN:
What happened?
(beat) You got fired, huh?
WILL:
Yeah, Morgan. I got fired.
MORGAN:
(starts laughing) How f***in' retarded do you have to be to get sh*t-canned from that job?
How hard is it to push a f***in' broom?
CHUCKIE:
You got fired from pushing a broom, you little b*tch.
MORGAN:
Yah, that was different. Management was restructurin'--
BILLY:
Yah, restructurin' the amount of retards they had workin' for them.
