Where is Jeff Spicoli? I saw him near the first floor restrooms. Is he still on campus?...

Jeff Spicoli: [notices Spicoli's empty desk] Where is Jeff Spicoli? I saw him near the first floor restrooms. Is he still on campus? Anyone? Yes, Desmond? Desmond: Uh, I saw him by the food machines. Mr. Hand: How long ago? Desmond: Right before class. Mr. Hand: Good. Bring him in. [Desmond exits the room] Mr. Hand: [to the class] What is this fascination about truancy? What is it that gets inside your heads? There are some teachers, in this school, who look the other way at truants. It's a little game you both play: they pretend they don't see you, you pretend you don't ditch. Now, who pays the price, later? You! Jeff Spicoli: [Spicoli, with a bagel tucked in his pants, enters the room as Desmond returns to his seat] [laughs] Jeff Spicoli: Hey, wait, there's no birthday party for me, here! [the class laughs] Jeff Spicoli: Hola, Mr. Hand. Mr. Hand: What's the reason for your truancy? Jeff Spicoli: Just couldn't make it on time? Mr. Hand: You mean, you couldn't or you wouldn't? Jeff Spicoli: Well, there was big crowd scene over at the food lines. Mr. Hand: Food will be eaten on YOUR time! Why are you continuously late for this class, Mr. Spicoli? Why do you shamelessly waste my time like this? Mr. Hand: [dubious] I don't know. [the class laughs as Hand sighs heavily and writes I DON'T KNOW across the blackboard] Mr. Hand: I like that. [chuckles] Mr. Hand: "I don't know". That's very nice. [to Spicoli] Mr. Hand: You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna leave these words on the board for all my classes to enjoy, giving you full credit, of course, Mr. Spicoli. Jeff Spicoli: [happily] All right.