Dabney: OK, you know your Tolstoy and your Eliot... Let's see how you do with the Bard. "Every true man's apparel fits your thief."
Barton: Measure For Measure, Act 4, Scene 2. Could you hand me my green crayon?
Lloyd: Wow, he's right again.
Kevin: OK, Barton, let's try Chaucer's The Shipman's Tale.
Barton: Should I start with the prologue?
Kevin: Please. How about line 203?
Barton: "And when your husband has gone off to Flanders, I shall deliver you from fear of slanders, and on the word he caught her by the flanks and clasped her closely, giving her a riot of kisses, saying softly, 'Keep things quiet'".
Mr. Herkabe: What are you doing? [all gasp] Chaucer? I cannot believe you're polluting his mind with such pop culture drivel! I apologize for them, Barton. And I will do everything I can to minimize these annoying distractions so you can concentrate on the accelerated program I've laid out for you. Together we are gonna astonish the world.
Barton: Would you like a pixie stick?
Mr. Herkabe: Thank you.