Beverly: Schmoopaloos, exciting news! We need to have a little talk. Stop running. Eyes on me.
Remember how I told you all summer I was taking a painting class to help give my life a sense of purpose?
Erica: No.
Adam: Huh?
Barry: ­Who paints what?
Beverly: You people don't listen to a word I say. And I would be deeply hurt if it wasn't all a total lie. I was taking a course for this. It's my teaching certificate.
Erica: For what?
Beverly: For substitute teaching!
Barry: For where?
Erica: High school!
Adam: For which high school?
Beverly: Yours!