Beverly: Oh. Teacher surprise! I made over the teachers' lounge.
Mr. Woodburn: Holy crap! Granola bars!
Coach Nick: Protein shakes!
Andrea: Kitten mugs!
Mr. Glascott: A sink that doesn't scald me.
Beverly: And check this out. No more student break-ins. [chuckles] That's odd. It's locked.
Mr. Perott: Well, don't you have the code?
Beverly: Of course I have the code. It's in my purse... in the car.
Mr. Woodburn: Oh, God, she's trapped us in here for some new team-building activity, but when it goes sour, we're gonna eat each other like that soccer plane in the Andes!
Coach Nick: Coach Nick is not on the menu!
Beverly: Nobody is eating anybody. It's just a lock. I just tried to do a nice thing.
Andrea: I like this mug.
Mr. Glascott: Bup! Mrs. Goldberg, you have been our worst enemy for a decade. This teachers' lounge is mainly for complaining about you.
Beverly: I see. Does everyone feel this way?
All: Eh...
Principal Ball: [enters] Am I interrupting something?
Beverly: I guess not.
Principal Ball: Ooh, granola bars!