Frankie: Thank you for inviting us in today.
Principal Barker: I didn't invite you. This isn't some cocktail party at your neighbor's fancy rec room. You're here because we have an issue.
Frankie: Yeah, about that. We were actually surprised to get your call. Things have been going so well.
Mike: Yeah, Brick's been really happy this year.
Principal Barker: Oh, has Brick been happy? Oh, that's great. Why don't you take a guess why, hmm? [imitates buzzer] Time's up! It's because he hasn't been attending any of his classes.
Frankie: That's crazy.
Mike: What?
Principal Barker: All of his teachers have reported that he's not showing up.
Frankie: But we've been dropping him off at school every morning. Where is he going?!
Principal Barker: I don't know. I have 425 kids to worry about. And you have how many? Hmm. Let me check.
Oh, that's right... one. So, why don't we go ahead and make that your job, hmm?
Frankie: Actually, we have three kids, but Mike's really in charge of the boys.
Principal Barker: Oh, sure nobody wants the sixth graders. They're not cute and adorable little elementary-school kids. They're ugly, hormonal, one-baby-tooth, one-grown-up-tooth middle-school messes. And you parents just want to dump them and run.
Frankie: We do not dump our kids.
Mike: Trust us, we've tried. They keep coming back.
Principal Barker: Mm. I'm sorry. Did you think we're still talking? We're not.