David: I don't know how much Mrs. Schitt has told you, but she asked me to come in and have a chat. She thinks that since we're both new here it might be worth talking about some things like, you know, fitting in. Apparently you're having trouble fitting in.
Connor: Who- Who- Who are who are you?
David: Oh, my name is David.
Connor: Are you like a doctor or something? A psychologist?
David: Am I what? N-uh, no.
Connor: So why would I talk to you?
David: I don't know. Because your teacher is concerned that you're having trouble adjusting. So she told you to come here and-
Connor: And what, help- Help me? Look at you. Look at your pants.
David: Excuse me! I am sensing a tinge of disrespect here.
Connor: I'll tell you what my problem is. I'm a 16-year-old gay kid living in a town that makes me wanna throw up. The issue isn't me not fitting in. It's me not wanting to fit in. Is there anything else you wanna, you wanna help me with?
David: No.