Mr. Glascott: Erica, look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush about this. I need you to become a peer counselor. You're smart, you're popular, and only you can undo the terrible damage that your brother is going to wreak upon this school.
Erica: I appreciate the offer, but-
Mr. Glascott: I'll give you an "A" in any class you want.
Erica: What? You can do that?
Mr. Glascott: Open up a file cabinet and make a mark with my pen? [Chuckles] Yeah, I can do that.
Erica: Seems wrong to give me an "A" in gym when I've been cutting all year. That said, I won't notice 'cause I'll be too busy counseling peers and stuff.