Francis: Okay. I messed up. There's still time. When's this thing due, again?
Eric: The 20th.
Francis: And you're worried? We have over a week.
Eric: My half took me two months.
Francis: Okay, I guess I'm just going to have to buckle down and get it done, then.
Eric: All right. I'll go to the library and get some books. You stay here and organize your notes.
Francis: Sounds like a plan.
[After Eric leaves and closes the door, he hears a noise and goes back into Francis's room. He finds Francis with half his body out the window.]
Francis: 68 degrees. Perfect paper-writing temperature. Let's get to it.