I'm Anita Hoargarth.
Buck Melanoma, Moley Russell's wart.
Not her wart. I'm the wart.
She's my tumor, my growth, my pimple.
I'm "Uncle Wart."
Just old Buck "Wart" Russell, they call me.
Or Melanoma Head. They'll call me that.
"Melanoma Head's" coming.
I'm sor-- Uncle, Maizy Russell's uncle. I'm her uncle.
Her mother set up this conference with you.
I'm assistant principal here...
as you've probably noticed from the indications on the door.
- This door? - The outer door!
The outer door. 'Cause there's nothing on this one.
That's about enough ofthat.
Sorry.
I've been an educator for 31 .3 years...
and in that time, I've seen a lot of bad eggs.
I say "eggs" because at the elementary level...
we are not dealing with fully-developed individuals.
I see a bad egg when I look at your niece.
She is a twiddler, a dreamer...
a silly heart and she is a jabberbox.
And, frankly...
I don't think she takes a thing...
in her life or her career as a student seriously.
She's only six.
That is not a valid excuse! I hear that every day and I dismiss it.
I don't want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer or a silly heart.
I sure don't want to know one who takes their student career seriously.
I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a job.
Does anyone have a special story to tell about something that happened?
My uncle was microwaving my socks...
and the dog threw up on the couch for about an hour.
Honest? Why was your uncle microwaving your socks?
He can't get the goddamn washing machine to work.
Blasphemer!
Iknowagoodkid when Isee one.
Because they're alIgoodkids...
untildried-out, brain-deadskags Iikeyou...
drag them down andconvince them they're nogood.
You so much as scowl at my niece or any other kid in this school...
and I hear about it, I'm coming looking foryou.
Take this quarter. Go downtown...
and have a rat gnaw that thing offyour face.
Good day to you, madam.