- We just want to say
Mr. Gibbs, you will always be alive
in our memories.
Keep Gibbs alive.
Keep Gibbs alive! - Mm-hm.
- Keep Gibbs alive!
- Mm-hm. - Say it with me,
keep Gibbs alive!
- Keep 'em alive! - Keep Gibbs alive!
- Keep him alive!
- Keep Gibbs alive!
Peace, y'all!
That was great!
We love you!
- Yeah! - Excuse me,
why are you taking that gift?
- Oh, you, you mean this gift?
- Oh, Lord, forgive us and rebuke him!
Please!
Lord, he know not knoweth he done doneth.
(studio audience laughing)
- Look, I'm sorry, Ms. Gibbs.
I can't lie to you.
Only reason we came here was to give him this,
this stink bomb.
I never had anything nice to say about him.
Fact, the only thing I could remember
he ever taught us was--
- Write what you feel. - What you feel.
- Well, can't you at least do that?
You owe him that much, at least.
- I think you're right.
(door closes)
Mr. Gibbs
was one of the meanest, cold-blooded,
evil teachers I've ever had in my life.
(studio audience laughing)
- He made the boy cry.
(studio audience laughing)
Like Georgie Porgie puddin' pie.
Had him runnin' like a little be-atch.
(studio audience laughing)
- Look, all I know is
he was hard on us for one reason,
one reason only.
Because life was hard
'cause life is hard.
So I guess what I'm tryin' to say is
thank you, Mr. Gibbs.
Thank you for preparing us for life.
Rest in peace.
- Don't take my Mr. Gibbs from me.
Lord, he was too young to die.
Oh, Father.
(studio audience laughing)
He was too young to die, Father.
He was too young.
Ahh, lord!
(studio audience laughing)
I can't take no more.
You can't. - Okay, c'mon, c'mon.
- I can't take it no more.
- Okay, all right.
Okay, all right.
All right, okay.
All right.
- Oh, lord!
(studio audience laughing)
Wah! Ah!
(studio audience laughing)
What the?
- All right, uh, wait.
Okay, wait.
Hold, okay.
All right.
- Woe, woe!
- Lis!
(studio audience laughing)
Please no, let go!