But that's the problem.

Rock ain't about doing things perfect.

Who can tell me what it's really about?

Frankie?

Uh... Scoring chicks?

N-no.

See. No.

Eleni?

Getting wasted.

N... Come on. No.

Leonard.

Sticking it to the man?

Yes! But you can't just say it, man.

You got to feel it in your blood and guts.

If you want to rock, you gotta break the rules.

You gotta get mad at the man,

And right now I'm the man.

That's right, I'm the man,

And who's got the guts to tell me off? Huh?

Who's going to tell me off?

Shut the hell up, schneebly!

That's it, freddy.

That's it.

Who can top him?

Get out of here, stupid ass.

Dewey: Yes, alicia.

You're a joke.

You're the worst teacher I've ever had.

Summer. That is great.

I like the delivery because I felt your anger.

Thank you.

You're a fat loser and you have body odor.

All right. All right.

Now is everyone nice and pissed off?

All: Yeah!

Good. Time to write a rock song.

Now, what makes you mad more than anything in the world?

Billy?

You.

Billy, we've already told me off.

Let's move on.

You're tacky and I hate you.

Okay, you see me after class.