Mr. Glascott: Harrowing news, everyone. I was minding my business in the east hallway washroom, and I overheard a sinister plot. The seniors are going to, quote, "rag on those goofy teachers until they cry."
Mr. Perott: No way.
Mr. Glascott: Yes, way. Brian Corbett and Brian Walls are gonna tear us apart.
Mr. Woodburn: The Brians? So popular and catty.
Mr. Glascott: Oh, and it wasn't just them. There was a stream of pupils entering and exiting, each one more mocking than the next. Jason B., Xavier M., Rodney R., Jason B. again.
Beverly: All of those people came in and out while you were in the bathroom?
Mr. Glascott: Yes. We are lambs for the slaughter.
Beverly: I'm just concerned about how long you were in the bathroom.
Mr. Perott: You went before we even broke for lunch.
Helen: I thought he left for the day.
Mr. Glascott: We all have our own ways of managing pre-show jitters.
Coach Nick: I hope you at least brought a book.
Mr. Glascott: Focus, people. We're in real trouble here. We can't sing or dance, and look at these form-fitting costumes.