Evil Dick: Excuse me. There must be some mistake. This classroom is mine. Find your own.
Caryn: Dr. Solomon, we were all just waiting for our grades.
Evil Dick: Oh, grades. I didn't realize teaching involved evaluation. Very well. [to Pitman] You need your hair straightened. [Bug] You're too short for your face. [Caryn] You have a museum-quality torso. [Leon] You are harmless. You will be spared and used to carry heavy things. You-
Pitman: Dr. Solomon, we meant our letter grades.
Evil Dick: I've decided to give you all Ds.
Bug: We got Ds. [all cheer]