Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wide awake. Right in front of me.
stating that the aforementioned Mr. Racine must appear in a...
Right? You know, it could possibly be educational as well.
Graham. Of course she knows it. Come on.
Oh, God, I hate being called to the principle.
Liberty Lit? Want a copy? The Liberty Lit? It's free.
Well, you know, there is just one catch.
It's the end of the world.
Because, you know, Nazi's burned books.
I don't know. I don't like it that much.
Jordan? That's your name right. Look, I appreciate the fact...
to pay child support to a family he deserted months ago...
What? You think I did something with him?
You would not believe how many boxes of thin mints...
- We could. - Is this a trick or something?
Which one of you is Angela Chase?
We have a difference of opinion. Fine.
- Maybe he's a narc. - Maybe you're a narc.
Mr. Racine.
Don't give me anything quaint.
- No. They called you? - Of course they called us.
It should probably be retyped. Still...
Well. Is there anything you'd like to say in your own defense?
- He did teach. - What?
- I want it to go on my record. - You want it to?
he found an ingenious way to trash him.
My favorite part...
Because they don't know what else to do with you.
- Who are we? The KGB? - God, these are weird.
This new substitute who's, like, mentally ill. Seriously.
- Start over on what? - I didn't bring a notebook.
Fake. False.
I mean, it pisses me off.
My father decides how much cars were worth before they were totaled.
It happens every day. Wake up.