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Oh, hey, I almost forgot.

Last week when we worked out,

you forgot your shorts in my car.

Oh, yeah.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.

Yeah, no problem, no problem.

- Can you hold those?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- How's it going, Sporty Spice?

This is my boyfriend, Dale.

- Hey, nice to meet you.

- You too.

I've heard so much about you.

You're real cool.

- I mean, you're great. Yeah.

- Yeah, awesome.

Anyways, yeah, dude, next year.

Next year college, man. College.

Gonna be kick-ass.

I will watch her back for you.

I know there's tons of guys that are

gonna be trying to get on that sh*t.

- Oh, good.

- Because I got that... Yeah.

You got her ass? Perfect.

- I'll watch her ass for...

- He's trying to be nice.

- I'll catch you at Home Ec.

- Okay.

You guys got Home Ec

together too. That's cool.

- We got a few classes together.

- Nice to meet you.

Time to suck today's dick. That's what

I'm talking about. See you guys later.

- All right, Clark.

- Clark's a great guy.

He's totally gonna take care

of Angela, man.

He's great. He's a wonderful

lab partner. He'll keep an eye on her.

Why don't you go f*** yourself,

you weird prick?

I'm a teacher.

You can't talk to me like that.

I'm not a student,

so I can say whatever I want...

...you chimp-f***ing little bastard.

- Actually...

You've got T-minus 30 seconds

to get off school property...

...or I call the liaison officer.

- We're leaving. I'm sorry.

- Middle finger won't stop the clock.

What a jerk.

What's that guy's problem? Jesus.

I don't... Normally he's...

That's really weird.

I'd love to have dinner with you

and your parents tomorrow night.

I'm gonna go. I'll definitely go.

I'll shuffle things around...

- Really?

- Yeah, I'll be there for sure.

Yeah, I wanna show them

you're in good hands. Yeah.

I got nothing

to be embarrassed about.

That means so much to me

and my parents.

No problem.

It's gonna be awesome.

- Hello?

- Hey, Saul. Mind if I come by?

- Come on down.

- Sweet. Be there.

- Hi, Mary.

- Hi.

I thought the hurricane season

was over.

I thought hurricane season

was over.

I'm sorry.

Things just got out of hand.

Yeah, that's the way it was

with my first husband.

Hello? Hey, man.

What the f***, man?

I didn't buzz you in.

How the monkey did you get in here?

Some guy with a fauxhawk let me in.

He was leaving when l...

- F***ing Kyle.

- It might have been Kyle.

- A**hole.

- I'm sorry, man.

What the f***'s

the buzzer for anyway?

I don't know. I'm sorry about that.

I don't know your protocol yet.

Stuff your sorries in a sack.

It's not your fault.

- Okay.

- It's these jerk-offs. Have a seat.

Okay, cool.

Thanks, man. Awesome.

Yo, check this out.

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