Brett: Hey, Tim, we're headed over to Carmine's for pizza. You want to come with us?
Tim: Well, are you sure you want to be seen with your teacher?
Billy: Oh, well, you're not like a teacher, Mr. Taylor. You're cool.
Tim: So, you cats dig me, huh?
Grant: Up until that last sentence, we did.
Tim: You know, Grant, you're starting to remind me of me at your age.
Grant: Thanks.
Tim: It's not a good thing.