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Whoa, Elle
What's up doc

Love
Excuse me

I put my faith in love
I followed where it led

Love led you here

To my personal circle of hell
It has not worked out well
I wish that I were dead
'Cause instead of a wedding and love
I'm flunking out of school
A total laughing stock
Someone he and his friends can just mock
So, go on, here's my head
Just hit it with a rock

Wait, go back
You came out here to follow a man
Harvard Law was just part of that plan
Man, what rich, romantic planet are you from

Malibu

Instead of lying outside by the pool
You stalk some guy to an Ivy League school
That's the weirdest reason I have

Oh, why'd you come

Okay
I grew up in the Roxbury slums
With my Mom and a series of bums
Guys who showed me all the ways a man can fail
I got through law school by busting my ass
Worked two jobs in addition to class
So forgive me for not weeping at your tale

Well, excuse me
Just because you've got some kind of chip on your shoulder

You know what You're right
There's a chip on my shoulder
And it's big as a boulder
With the chance I've been given
I'm gonna be driven as hell
I'm so close I can taste it
So I'm not gonna waste it
Yeah, there's a chip on my shoulder
You might wanna get one as well

I'm sorry, but that sounds highly negative
Wait Two jobs, plus law school
How do you do it

Well, I don't go to parties a lot
Not good use of the time that I've got
Can't spend hours doing my hair and staying in shape

I don't spend hours

But I know it'll all be worthwhile
When I win my first lucrative trial
And buy my Mom that great big house out on the cape

Oh, that's so sweet

No, that's the chip on my shoulder
I hugged my Mom and told her
With the chance I've been given
I'm gonna be driven as hell
Though I can't take the day off
I just think of the pay off
You need a chip on your shoulder
Little Miss Woods comma Elle

I just need to prove to everyone that I'm serious

What you need is to get to work
Where are your law books

Um, well, I know they're here somewhere

You know, this vanity's real picturesque
But it started its life as a desk
Clear it off and find some room for books instead

What are you doing

Can you live without this
Can you live without that
I don't know what this is

It's for hair

Wear a hat
Spend some time improving what's inside your head

Out, out, put it in storage
Sell it on eBay, leave it behind
Out, out, what, are you angry
Good, so get angry
You may find

The chip on your shoulder
Ugh
The room just got colder
Hey

But with the chance you've been given
Why are you not driven as hell
There's just no way around it
You've gotta plough through 'til you

Found it
Been reading it hard, I can tell

'Tis a gift to be simple
'Tis a gift to be free
Mmmm

Bye Warner
Have a great Thanksgiving
Say hi to your Mom and Dad for me
And Grandma Bootsie
Define 'malum prohibitum'
Malum prohibitum is, um
An act prohib

An act prohibited by law
Like jaywalking or chewing gum in Singapore

Therefore 'malum in se'

Is an action that's evil in itself
Assault, murder, white shoes after labour day

Good Where are you going

Home, of course It's Thanksgiving break, remember

Interesting
What
Well, I predict you will probably pass
Yes
In the bottom percent of your class
What
If you're going for mediocre, you've done great
That's not fair

Look, they laughed at me like they're laughing at you
We can't win if we don't follow through
Might I venture your vacation plans can wait

Why do you always have to be right
Gloria in excelsis deo
Bye Warner Merry Christmas Enjoy Vale
Ho, ho, ho
Emmett

For you Not as good as going home for Christmas, but

You are too sweet

It's a real time saver shampoo and conditioner in one

Thank you, you are so adorable to think of me
Elle, hey
Warner

Have you seen Vivienne I've been looking for her everywhere

Yeah I mean, no
Great, we're gonna miss our flight

Um, Elle
I don't know if you've noticed before
But each time Warner walks through the door
Your IQ goes down to 40, maybe less

Huh

Though it's hardly my business to say
Could it be the real thing in your way
Is the very guy you're trying to impress

Yes
I've been smiling and sweet
And thoroughly beat and blowing my chance
Let's not chase him away
Let's face him and say
Hey, punk, let's dance

This chip on my shoulder
Makes me smarter and bolder
No more whining or blaming
I am re

Claiming my pride

Grab that book and let's do this
Instead of

Doodling hearts all through this
Now there's a chip on my shoulder

Let's see him knock it aside

Daughter of Delta Nu, show him that you're no fool
Daught of Delta Nu, go back to school
With a big chip on your shoulder

Mr Latimer was clearly within his rights to ask for visitation
Without his sperm, the child in question wouldn't exist

Now you're thinking like a lawyer
Yes, Ms Woods

Mr Huntington makes an excellent point
But, did the defendant keep a log of every sperm emission made throughout his life

Interesting, why do you ask

Well, unless the defendant attempted to contact every sexual encounter to find if a child resulted from those unions, he has no parental claim over this child whatsoever
Why now Why this sperm

I see your point

And, by Mr Huntington's standard, all masturbatory emissions where the sperm was clearly not seeking an egg could be called reckless abandonment

Ms Woods, you just won your case
Omigod
Wait, hold on, we just won the case
Omigod
Elle got all up in Warner's face
Omigod

I am starting to like this place
Ohmigod

Ms Woods, excellent work today
I assume you're applying for my internship
Do you have a resume

I'm one step ahead of you
Here you go, and thanks in advance for your consideration

Dear God, it's scented
Three months ago I would've recycled this
Make sure to put it on file

Guess she got a chip on her shoulder
Maybe some wise man told her
With the chance we've been given
We've gotta be driven as hell

She was something to see there
I'm just happy I could be there
First big test and she aced it
She's so close she can taste it
She's got a chip on her shoulder

Guess you never can tell
With little Miss Woods comma Elle

Elle Wood
Woods Comma Elle

Chip on her shoulder
You never can tell
With little Miss Woods comma Elle