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hwp The French essayist,
Michel de Montaigne, once said...
"I think there is more barbarity
in eating a man alive...
than in eating him dead."
The wisdom of it.
When youre a kid
with an open soul...
they tell you the world consists
of good guys and bad guys.
I always liked the bad guys.
Scarface over Superman.
The psychology of depravity was far more
compelling to my Manichaean imagination...
than a portrait of benevolence.
The truth is, good and
bad are not so absolute.
As for me...
there are times Id give a thumb
for a little benevolence.
You gave me a "D."
I dont get Ds.
When you do "D" work, you get a "D."
Were fucking, Eli.
- What, youre fucking me for a good grade?
- No.
So I leave you with a question.
A northern California dairy farmer
murders three young girls...
performs sexual acts
with their dead bodies...
and then eats portions
of their fleshy thighs.
Is the dairy farmer crazy?
Fuck, yeah.
Let me give you a hint.
This is not a question...
that can be answered
with a "yes" or a "no" or a "fuck, yeah."
Empty. Empty. Empty.
Did you even buy
a cup of coffee today?
Just out of curiosity,
how many days old...
is that raggedy cup you keep
filling with our free milk?
- Hmm. Three.
- So Im gonna have to confiscate your cup.
Oh!
Im enjoying this...
so much.
Three pages on my desk by Monday.
Thank you all.
Just a second, you.
Next time youre late for this class...
youre gonna trip on your way out
and break your shooting thumb.
You get me?
This world is cold, designed
to corrupt your soul
And it will never change
This world is cold, designed
to corrupt your soul
And it will never change
This world is cold, designed
to corrupt your soul
And it will never change
This world is cold, designed
to corrupt your soul
And it will never change
This world is cold, designed
to corrupt your soul
And it will never change
Right now I am stuck in a deep life rut here.
Its a grave-like trench.
You see, Im trying
to finish my Ph.D. thesis...
and get by on a $35-a-week
allowance from my father, okay?
So as much as I would love
to spend the $4.40 on a...
Mocha Spin and a seeded baguette...
I am constantly reminded
of the words of Samuel Johnson-
Why would you give
your own lover a "D"?
Beth, I am disappointed that you
would expect preferential treatment.
Its bullshit, Eli.
Its bullshit.
Youre punishing me.
You are.
Youre punishing me
for sleeping with you.
"There mark what ills
the scholars life assail-
toil, envy, want,
the patron and the jail."
- Hello. Speaking.
- The office got a call.
Seems as though your husband
won the Nobel Prize.
Well, that should cement his ego.
Hey, its not every day
somebody wins the bowling trophy...
let alone the Nobel Prize.
Barkley Michaelson,
your father called.
He has just won the Nobel Prize.
Lucky fucking son of a bitch.
Congratulations.
Congratulations, Dr. Michaelson.
You rock.
Thank you. Thank you.
If anyone in this room ever doubted
my intellectual superiority...
or your great fortune
to be under my incomparable tutelage...
you can now formally
kiss my fine white ass.
- Congratulations, Eli.
- Congratulations, Eli.
Good job.
Well, Eli, I guess this proves
the Nobels not a popularity contest.
And a good thing, Simon...
cause if it were, you might
actually have a shot at winning.
- Hey, Ma.
- Hey.
- You look great.
- Thank you.
Is this tie all right?
Did someone forget to tell Dad
that this was a semi-formal affair?
He knew.
Anything to crystallize
his advantage, huh?
- Hmm.
- Wheres the chow?
Everyones very proud of you, Eli.
Well, its a damn good thing
I won the Nobel...
because now youre gonna
find it hard as hell to fire me.
Oh, I never threatened
to fire you, Eli.
Im a scientist, Harvey, and the empirical
evidence Im looking at around here...
tells me no one loves me anymore.
I loved you.
Eli. Look, Im a scientist too...
and my empirical
observations tell me...
that someones gonna shoot you
long before I have to fire you.
Young lady- Im closing my eyes.
Do you really think that little nymph
of a chemistry groupie...
is having an affair
with my ancient, tyrannical dad?
- Mom.
- No. Wait.
Nice of you to come, Beth.
Love the outfit.
Final exams are in two weeks.
If I dont get an "A,"
Im gonna tell the whole world...
about my scandalous affair with you.
Unfortunately, it wont be the first
Nobel Prize winner with a sex scandal.
Yes, yes. Dr. Carleton Gajdusek
and his Micronesian boys.
I think he was in another league-
sexually, that is.
Im so totally serious.
An "A" it is.
You earned it.
I like you like this, Beth.
You look naughty.
What I wouldnt do
to tear the clothes...
right off your gorgeous little body
right this very second.
When I get back from Stockholm.
Now, go on. Get out of here.
She feels like Im abandoning the class
two weeks before their final exam...
which I am in effect doing
by going to Stockholm.
You see, Simon?
At least my students are fond of me.
Oh.
Id like to thank you all for coming
tonight. Some of you willingly.
Some of you in spite of your
