Adult Adam: [v.o.] It was January 13th, 1980-something, and Erica was about to get a major reality check.
Dean: Ms. Goldberg, any idea why I've called you into the dean's office?
Erica: You want to put me on your famous list? Is there, like, a cash prize, or is it just something worthless like honor?
Dean: Weirdly, the Dean's List is not generated by the dean but a provost...
Erica: Can we just get to it? I have a puppetry class in ten.
Dean: Well, that's why we're here. It seems you haven't declared a major yet.
Erica: But I'm only a sophomore. Can't I just keep sampling classes until something strikes my fancy?
Dean: That depends. Are you a member of the well-heeled patrician class where money is no object?
Erica: My dad's had the same three pairs of pants since I've known him, so not so much.