Principal Ball: She's a blonde whack-a-mole. She'll just pop right back up somewhere else.
Adam: Just find her a job outside the classroom with no real authority.
Principal Ball: There's nothing. Unless...
Mr. Woodburn: Unless what? I'm desperate here, man. I got the endothermic process coming up on the syllabus. I don't know what the [bleep] that is!
Principal Ball: I could make her Quaker Warden!
Adam: Quaker what?
Principal Ball: It's an archaic position in charge of enforcing Quaker values. It hasn't been filled in this school for 87 years. Here is the last one. The late, great Eunice D. Eunice.
Adam: Is that a scar on her face?
Principal Ball: It's a smile.
Adam: But Quaker Warden sounds pretty lofty. Are you sure you want to give my mom any power?
Principal Ball: Here's the genius of it all... it can take forever to get your certification. She'll be gummed up in Quaker red tape for so long, all of us will be long dead before she gets in.
Mr. Woodburn: Death! The final victory!
Adam: I don't know. I think she'll see right through this one.