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Speaking of which, let me show you our gym.

- Why would she do that? - Well, my question is, can she?

- You gotta have a plan. - Who are you?

Mom, Mom. He's in a state of deep, deep Zen-like concentration right now, okay?

I don't know. I've never seen it before.

She'll be here after lunch to evaluate you.

- I'll just do the best that I can. - But what if that's not good enough?

...because you're never going to see her again.

- That's my bed. - Okay.

Especially, though, if all it takes is a couple of cheerleaders walking by...

- I was joking. - So was I.

All right, you decide. I need to check in with the institute.

My wife does that with her hands when she's pissed off at me.

I was so dumb. What I did, I wasn't...

I'll let myself out.

Look, Cohen. This year's all messed up.

I cannot believe you're chaperoning this farce.

So I heard what happened with your test today.

You know what, I'll just take care of this myself. I'm gonna go.

- He's not my boyfriend anymore. - Really?

You ready to get your photo taken for a student ID?

"The time that you kissed me at my grandfather's party."

Well, he still needs to eat.

You've been here half a day...

Your dad's legal troubles, bankruptcy, your parents separating.

- She's going to the institute. - She's not going anywhere.

She better be here soon.

- Psychodynamic therapy, group work. - At the institute?

I'm sorry about that. You know, about her.

Maybe before then, if you want...

Nonetheless, not exactly Harbor School material.

- They're not. I wanna be here. - Then prove it.

...given what I've put my family through.

- After a year or two here, you will be. - College, huh?

- What is it about this kid? - I was this kid.

- Another mug shot? - Lf you must be so cynical.

You're afraid of her.

It was just a lighter and a pack of cigarettes.

- I should be hospitalized more. - Lf you need any help...

That eloquence will serve you nicely on the stand.