(I make no judgements about content. I'm simply purging some of the clutter that's been inside my head since 1983.)
"Listen, ...How'd you boys like to play basketball in the gym instead of coming to Art, and still get a "C" in the class?"
~ My 6th period art teacher, expressing his concern that my buddy Bake Neff and I might stir up some trouble during class.
The day before, the teacher ignored the class bully as he cut the arms off the winter coat of a really timid classmate. Bake and I couldn't believe the teacher just ignored it, so we beat up the bully during class. The teacher didn't ignore that.
But we did get the "C" and I developed a killer crossover dribble!