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משום מה קטי לא עושה אז אני אעשה הפעם: Ms. Keane: Now, grapes are green— (She writes the word “green” below the picture.) —and what else is green? Grass, that’s right. (The top of Buttercup’s head passes behind her; fumes rise up.) Ms. Keane: Now an apple is red— (She draws an apple and writes “apple” and “red” by it.) —who can tell me what else is re—ewww… (She gets a noseful of the fumes, stops short, and turns around to find the source. Camera turns around as Buttercup floats across the room, a pleased expression on her face. Every kid’s eyes pop wide open at her approach. She sits down.) Buttercup: Sorry I’m late, Ms. K. I was just stopping an evil monster. (Cut to Ms. Keane, now standing by the fire alarm switch with a twisted grin frozen on her face. She punches out the glass cover, and the alarm goes off.) Ms. Keane: Well, what do you know, kids, a fire drill. I guess we all better get out of here. (The kids cheer and rush for the door. Ms. Keane goes with them, holding her nose.) Ms. Keane: (nasally) Buttercup, you stay. (Close-up of Buttercup; pull back to show her alone in a roomful of empty desks.) Buttercup: (groaning) Who needs ’em? יעל
משום מה קטי לא עושה אז אני אעשה הפעם: Ms. Keane: Now, grapes are green— (She writes the word “green” below the picture.) —and what else is green? Grass, that’s right. (The top of Buttercup’s head passes behind her; fumes rise up.) Ms. Keane: Now an apple is red— (She draws an apple and writes “apple” and “red” by it.) —who can tell me what else is re—ewww… (She gets a noseful of the fumes, stops short, and turns around to find the source. Camera turns around as Buttercup floats across the room, a pleased expression on her face. Every kid’s eyes pop wide open at her approach. She sits down.) Buttercup: Sorry I’m late, Ms. K. I was just stopping an evil monster. (Cut to Ms. Keane, now standing by the fire alarm switch with a twisted grin frozen on her face. She punches out the glass cover, and the alarm goes off.) Ms. Keane: Well, what do you know, kids, a fire drill. I guess we all better get out of here. (The kids cheer and rush for the door. Ms. Keane goes with them, holding her nose.) Ms. Keane: (nasally) Buttercup, you stay. (Close-up of Buttercup; pull back to show her alone in a roomful of empty desks.) Buttercup: (groaning) Who needs ’em? יעל
