Drew: But they're not my students.
Denise: Actually, they are, because you're their faculty student advisor. So you will advise them that if they want to get through med school, they have to work together. Oh, and don't touch donuts. They're beacons of light or whatever.
Drew: When did I become the student advisor?
Denise: When you slept with the faculty advisor.
Drew: Your mom's the faculty advisor?
Denise: Joke's on you. My mom's dead.
Drew: Really?