Eric: All right, Mr. Feeny. I have been planting, and hedging, and mowing for three days now. The SATs are tomorrow and I demand to know the secrets.
Mr. Feeny: Get a good night's sleep.
Eric: What? No, no, no. No way. Not until you tell me what the secrets are.
Mr. Feeny: I just told you one. Sleep.
Eric: I can't sleep. The test is tomorrow. I haven't thought about it in days.
Mr. Feeny: Which is secret number two. Clear your mind. Care to take a guess at what secret number three is?
Eric: You're Satan?