Jacob: Well, I don't hate anyone. Except for Jimmy Dontel-Anderson.
Barbara: Goodnight.
Jacob: Yeah, in sixth grade, he threw a handful of grapes at me while I was doing my solo in Moulin Rouge Jr. One went right into my mouth, straight down my throat, and I had to... [chokes] give myself the Heimlich. [Janine starts to walk away] Our chorus teacher didn't even stop playing. She just... You know, the show must go on.