Jeff Spicoli: Those guys are fags.
Mr. Vargas: They sold their bodies to medicine for money. About $30, I think.
Dr. Miller: Twenty-five.
Jeff Spicoli: Righteous bucks.
Brad's Bud: Brad, your sister's turning into a fox.
Desmond: That kid's been stoned since the third grade.
Stacy Hamilton: Do you think guys find that more attractive?
Linda Barrett: Oh, Stacy, please. Give me a break! You are so much prettier than them.
Stacy Hamilton: Yeah, I know. But, I think they'd be better in bed.
Linda Barrett: What do you mean? Better in bed? Either you do it or you don't.
Stacy Hamilton: No. There are, like, variables that I might not be good at.
Linda Barrett: Like what variables?
Stacy Hamilton: Like, you know, giving blow jobs.
Jeff Spicoli: Hey, Bud, let's party.
Jeff Spicoli: People on 'ludes should not drive.
Linda Barrett: Did you hear that surfer guy pulled a knife on Mr. Hand?
Stacy Hamilton: No he didn't. He just called him a dick.
Linda Barrett: People exaggerate so much around here.
Jeff Spicoli: No shirt, no shoes.
Jeff and Stoner Buds: No dice! Ohhhh.
Brad Hamilton: Right. Learn it. Know it. Live it.
Jeff Spicoli: He's the full hot orator.
Mike Damone: I can see it all now, this is gonna be just like last summer. You fell in love with that girl at the Fotomat, you bought forty dollars worth of fuckin' film, and you never even talked to her. You don't even own a camera.
Mr. Hand: What are you, people? On dope?
Mike Damone: Look at you: member of the honor roll, assistant to the assistant manager of the movie theater. I'm tellin' ya, Rat, if this girl can't smell your qualifications, then who needs her, right?
Stacy Hamilton: Linda, I finally figured it out. I don't want sex. Anyone can have sex.
Linda Barrett: Yeah, Stacy? What do you want?
Stacy Hamilton: I want a relationship. I want romance.
Linda Barrett: You want romance? In Ridgemont? We can't even get cable TV here, Stacy, and you want romance.
Damone: Can you honestly tell me you forgot? Forgot the magnetism of Robin Zander, or the charisma of Rick Nielsen?
Jeff Spicoli: This is U.S. History, I see the globe right there.
Businessman: It says one hundred percent guaranteed, you moron.
Brad Hamilton: Mister, if you don't shut up I'm gonna kick one hundred percent of your ass.
Stacy Hamilton: When a guy has an orgasm, how much comes out?
Linda Barrett: A quart or so.
Jeff Spicoli: Aloha, Mr. Hand.
Mike Damone: I think I just came... didn't you feel it?
Brad Hamilton: Why don't you get a job Spicoli?
Jeff Spicoli: What for?
Brad Hamilton: You need money.
Jeff Spicoli: All I need are some tasty waves, a cool buzz, and I'm fine.
Answer: As a teacher myself, you learn to be able to recognize "problem" students fairly quickly (those that are going to be disruptive, late, etc on a regular basis). Mr. Hand is simply overly strict in regards to Spicoli unexcused tardy and seems not to allow students into class late, thus earning the student an absent. Mr. Hand does say he "will make you" attend his class. In addition, Spicoli was high and, in Mr. Hand's mind, disrespectful (Spicoli said "hey I know that kid" while they were talking) so Mr. Hand showed Spicoli disrespect in return as a way to teach him a lesson.
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