Francis: Where is he? He should've been back by now. Look at this, my palms are sweating!
Eric: Would you calm down? Here he comes.
Francis: So?
Spangler: [slurs] For some reason, I was fired. [falls over]
Francis: I don't believe it, he's drunk again!
Eric: You're just going to have to face it, Francis, there's no hope for this guy. The only thing that ever made him remotely happy was tormenting and bullying helpless students. Without that he's nothing.
[cut to Spangler at an Alaskan retirement home:]
Spangler: You call that a collage? It is an insult to the craft! I can see paste coming up over the top of the Popsicle stick!
Woman: I'm sorry, I have arthritis.
Spangler: That's it. You have just lost pudding for the whole group. Feel free to thank Mrs. Meekitjuk after I leave.