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Mr. Hundert: This is the final quiz. It will carry much weight in determining your final standing in the rankings for the Mr. Julius Caesar final. You have three hours. Good luck.

Mr. Hundert: Mr. Bell, I really need the quiz now. I am sorry but your time has expired.

Mr. Hundert: Mr. Bell, time is up!

Louis Massoudi: Yeah, man!

Sedgewick Bell: I gotta call my dad!

Martin Blythe: Rats!

Sedgewick Bell: My informants tell me there is a school full of girls over there.

Martin Blythe: Guys, this is getting out of hand. If we get caught, they will kick us out and we do not get our tuition back! I cannot get expelled, I am a legacy! My father was a Mr. Julius Caesar.

Louis Massoudi: Did he ever tell you what question he won on?

Martin Blythe: Did he ever not. What two tribes invaded Rome in 102 B.C? Answer: the Teutons and the Cimbri. That was the last sentence he spoke to me before I got to Saint Benedict's and he let me out of the car.

Martin Blythe: Saint Mary's is by invitation only. I vote we go back to our dorm now!

Sedgewich Bell: Well I vote we check out Saint Mary's. What do you two say?

Louis Massoudi: I am in!

Deepak Mehta: So am I!

Sedgewick Bell: 3-1. See, that is the trouble with democracy Martin.

Terrence Woodbridge: Our Mr. Julius Caesar is a time-honored tradition at Saint Benedict's. It is a two-part competition for our Third Form. The first is a series of quizzes that all students take, narrowing down the competitors to three finalists. The second will be held in front of the entire school whereby the three finalists will be asked a series of questions on Greek and Roman history. An incorrect answer eliminates the contestant. The last man standing will be crowned Mr. Julius Caesar. You father was a winner, was he not, Mr. Blythe?

Martin Blythe: Yes sir.

Terrence Woodbridge: Would you kindly point him out for us?

Martin Blythe: Certainly.

Terrence Woodbridge: A noble honor indeed.

William Hundert: And with the demise of the Roman Monarchy, two new forms of government vied to take power in Rome. One was?

Martin Blythe: Republic?

William Hundert: Correct. Republic, or the rule of law, was the one that ultimately succeeded the monarchy. The other was?

Robert Brewster: Tyranny?

William Hundert: In spirit, perhaps, but etymologically, no. What was it?

Deepak Mehta: Oligarchy?

William Hundert: Correct. Oligarchy, or the rule of a few. Tyranny is what we have here in this classroom, and it works.

Mitzi Fabelman: When I was a girl and I felt sad, I’d go to the zoo and I’d watch the monkeys.

Monica Sherwood: They made you laugh?

Mitzi Fabelman: Yeah, the monkeyshines. But there was more to it than that, it was...They understand what we’ve done to them, with the cages and the people pointing. We share that with them, the truth of how cruel people are. But if you watch them for long enough, you can tell they know stuff we can’t begin to imagine, important stuff. And they’re not going to let us in on it. Because it belongs to them, it’s their own monkey business, theirs. It’s not ours. It’s, oh I dunno...

Burt Fabelman: Self-possession.

Mitzi Fabelman: Right. They belong to themselves.

Hadassah Fabelman: If it belongs to itself, let it go back to where it came from.

Mitzi Fabelman: Anyway, that’s how come I got a monkey.

Natalie Fabelman: And a therapist.

Lisa Fabelman: He throws his poop.

Monica Sherwood: The therapist?

Lisa Fabelman: No the monkey.

Hadassah Fabelman: That’s why I’m staying in a hotel.

Burt Fabelman: You don’t have to. We have plenty of room -

Hadassah Fabelman: My rabbi in New Jersey says a monkey in the house isn’t Kosher.

Mitzi Fabelman: That’s why we’re not going to eat him.

Burt Fabelman: Did you schedule him for his polio vaccine?

Monica Sherwood: They can get polio?

Burt Fabelman: Well, they’re susceptible to pretty much everything humans are, so yes.

Mitzi Fabelman: Pass the peas. He hates going to the vet. You see, Monica, in this family, it’s the scientists versus the artists. Sammy’s on my team, he takes after me, except he’s got real talent.

Sammy Fabelman: Mom.

Natalie Fabelman: And he’s completely terrible at science.

Reggie Fabelman: And algebra.

Natalie Fabelman: And sports.

Sammy Fabelman: Will you please stop!

Monica Sherwood: He showed me his camera.

Natalie Fabelman: [To Monica] Is he good at kissing?

Monica Sherwood: [To Natalie] I’ll tell you later.

Burt Fabelman: [driving on Christmas] The lights change how everything looks. It's hard to find our house.

Younger Sammy Fabelman: Ours is the dark house with no lights.

Younger Sammy Fabelman: That's what I want for Hanukkah.

Mitzi Fabelman: What?

Younger Sammy Fabelman: Christmas lights!

Burt Fabelman: You can't just love something, you also have to take care of it.

Burt Fabelman: We've gone too far in our story to actually say "the end.

Burt Fabelman: We're never not going to know each other, Sammy.

John Tibeats: [singing; [w:Run, Nigger, Run|Run nigger run; [w:Slave patrol|pattyroller] ], run so fast/Stoved his head in a hornets nest/Run nigger run well the ]'ll get you/ Run nigger run well you better get away.

John Tibeats: [[w:William Prince Ford|William Ford; https://www.britannica.com/topic/slavery-sociology/Master-slave-legal-relationships Master.; https://www.encyclopedia.com/history/dictionaries-thesauruses-pictures-and-press-releases/overseer-and-driver overseer; [w:Plantation complexes in the Southern United States|This plantation covers many hundreds of acres; [w:Fugitive slaves in the United States|that gets a little light-footed; [w:Slave patrol|men and bloodhounds patrol the border; [Escape|escaped; https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aia/part4/4p2956.html You're here to work] My name is John Tibeats, ]'s chief carpenter. You will refer to me as Mister Chapin is the on this plantation. He is responsible for all of Ford's property. You too will refer to him as Master. ], and you will traverse the Texas road between the forest site and the sawmill in double time. Any clever nigger on that path ], I will remind him that on one side ] and on the other the bayou provides a hard living, with alligators and little to eat or drink that won't kill you. No slave has ] here with his life. niggers, so let's commence.

Eli: Dude!

Matthew: I know.

Klitz: Dude!

Matthew: I know.

Klitz: - Dude, I'm kind of uncomfortable watching this with you.

Eli: Shh... Dude, learn to like it.

Eli: Okay, you know what the three of us are? We're a tripod.

Klitz: A tripod?

Eli: Yes, a tripod. Which means that if you knock out one of our legs, WE-ALL-FALL!

Unseen Arkham Prisoner: Isn't that just terrible? Them raining on your parade like that? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. What is it they say? One day you're on top. The next you're a clown. Well, let me tell you, there are worse things to be. Hey! Hey, hey. Don't be sad. You did so well! And you know, Gotham loves a comeback story.

The Riddler: Who are you?

Unseen Arkham Prisoner: Well, that's the question, isn't it? Riddle me this: the less of them you have, the more one is worth.

The Riddler: A friend.

The Riddler: I told you I'd see you in hell.

Batman: What do you want from me?

The Riddler: Want? Oh, if only you knew how long I've been waiting for this day, for this moment. I've been invisible my whole life. I guess I won't be anymore, will I? They'll remember me now. They'll remember both of us. Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne! You know, I was there that day — the day the great Thomas Wayne announced he was running for mayor, made all those promises. Well, a week later, he was dead and everyone just forgot about us. All they could talk about was poor Bruce Wayne — Bruce Wayne, the orphan. Orphan? Living in some tower over the park isn't being an orphan, looking down on everyone with all that money. Don't you tell me. Do you know what being an orphan is? It's thirty kids to a room, twelve years old and already a drophead, numbing the pain. You wake up screaming with rats chewing your fingers, and every winter one of the babies dies because it's so cold. But, oh no! Let's talk about the billionaire with the lying, dead daddy because at least the money makes it go down easy, doesn't it? Bruce Wayne. He's the only one we didn't get. But we got the rest of em, didn't we? All those slick, sleazy phony pricks. God, look at you. Your mask is amazing. I wish you could've seen me in mine. Ain't it funny? All everyone wants to do is unmask you, but they're missing the point. You and I both know I'm looking at the real you right now. My mask allowed me to be myself completely — no shame, no limits.

Batman: Why did you write me?

The Riddler: What do you mean?

Batman: All those cards.

The Riddler: I told you. We've been doing this together. You're a part of this.

Batman: We didn't do anything together.

The Riddler: We did! What did we just do? I asked you to bring him into the light, and you did. We're such a great team.

Batman: We're not a team.

The Riddler: [gestures to head] I never could have gotten him out of there. I'm not physical. My strength is up here. I mean, I had all the pieces. I had the answers, but I didn't know how to make them listen. You gave me that.

Batman: I gave you nothing.

The Riddler: You showed me what was possible. You showed me all it takes is fear and a little focused violence. You inspired me!

Batman: You're out of your goddamned mind!

The Riddler: What?

Batman: This is all in your head. You're sick, twisted.

The Riddler: How can you say that?

Batman: You think you'll be remembered? You're a pathetic psychopath—

The Riddler: No!

Batman: —begging for attention! You're gonna die alone in Arkham—

The Riddler: No! No, no, no, no!

Batman: —a nobody!

The Riddler: No! Ah, this is not how this was supposed to go! I had it all planned out! We were gonna be safe here! We could watch the whole thing together.

Batman: Watch what?

The Riddler: Everything! It was all there. You mean you didn't figure it out? Oh, you're really not as smart as I thought you were. I guess I gave you too much credit.

Batman: What have you done?

The Riddler: What's black and blue and dead all over? You, if you think you can stop what's coming.