Adam: Hey, Mr. P. How's it going?
Mr. Perott: Well, I guess it's going to Mr. Glascott now. I thought we had a rapport, then you requested a new counselor.
Adam: Wait, what?
Mr. Glascott: Keep walking, Perott. The boy is mine. Don't try to poach my ward.
Mr. Perott: I didn't poach your ward. You poached my ward, Glascott.
Adam: You guys call us "wards"?