Miss Cinoman: Mr. Goldberg, welcome to what I can only assume is the single most important moment of your young life.
Adam: Um, I'm thinking this year we don't do this dance where I put you in the awkward position of having to give me a good part even though I can't sing or act.
Miss Cinoman: But won't your mom just march down here and yell at me when I give you a lousy part because of your screechy voice?
Adam: I give you my word, this year there will be no Beverly Goldberg. I'm only here 'cause I promised my dad I'd audition, so just throw me a few lines and I'll be on my way.
Miss Cinoman: You got yourself a deal.