Adam: Gah, fine! It's Johnny Atkins!
Erica: It's 'cause I'm not in school to protect you anymore, dummy.
Adam: Protect me?
Beverly: Protect him?
Erica: Yes. All those years while you went about your days blissfully unscathed, I was working in the shadows, ensuring that no one laid a finger on your delicate, under developed little bird body.
Adam: What? But I just figured I was generally accepted and liked!
Erica: Oh, God, no.