Sally: Hi, Don, honey. I brought you a power shake.
Don: Oh.
Sally: How's it goin'?
Don: Great! Uh, Mr. D was complaining again about how his chair was too high, and I found the knob that makes it go down.
Sally: Oh, that's fantastic. Let's celebrate at lunch later.
Don: Oh, no can do. Oh, but that reminds me, I gotta tell 'em they rescheduled the bologna conference. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a coffee filter crisis to diffuse. Bye!

Mary: Dick?
Dick: Mary. Wh- How did you find me?
Mary: You always come to the turtle slide when you're upset.
Dick: I'm not upset.
Mary: Oh, Dick, there comes a time in every young man's life when he's got to spread his wings and fly away.
Dick: Oh, Mary, where would I go?
Mary: Not you. Tommy.

Dick: Well, he's already made one decision. He's decided that his father is a lousy teacher.
Mary: Oh, he was just angry.
Dick: For as long as I can remember, I've always been Dick Solomon, brilliant professor of physics. What am I gonna say now when I go to the gas station?
Mary: Well, maybe you should get back to basics. Maybe you should remember what got you into teaching in the first place.
Dick: Chalk?

Harry: Mr. DeMarmel.
Gus DeMarmel: [o.s.] Is that the prototype in your pocket?
Harry: Nah. I'm just happy to see ya.