Mr. Glascott: Whoa, whoa. What am I looking at here?
Beverly: Just a boy who took my advice and is now chatting to his future girlfriend.
Mr. Glascott: Are you nuts?
Beverly: What? What's wrong?
Mr. Glascott: Jamie Weisman hangs with the no-good bleacher creatures. They spend every lunch under there smoking and listening to that awful ska music. And don't get me started on the truancy.
Beverly: Truancy? Well, that's a gateway to being late for everything in life!
Mr. Glascott: And the worst part is, they're always sassing off at the mouth, saying things like "[bleep] this school" and "[bleep] Mr. Glascott."
Beverly: Kids can't speak that way. This is un-[bleep]-believable.