Claire: I was a good teacher, right?
Eric: The best teacher.
Claire: Oh well. That’s that.
Eric: Hey, you’re so fucking beautiful, and you chose me.
Claire: My entire life, gone, for you.

Anyway, I tried for a really long time to be perfect, you know. It was like my rebellion to be the opposite of my dad. It didn’t work. I was just like this walking reminder of what he lost.

Claire

Kathryn: Please, please, please, I promise I won’t tell anybody. Please, please, please, I promise. Come on. Tell me. Tell me. Oh. Come on.
Claire: It’s Eric.
Kathryn: Who’s Eric?
Claire: Eric Walker, like Eric Eric.
Kathryn: Come on. Yes, Eric is cute, but like you’re kidding. We get it. That’s like lolz. You’re kidding, right? Claire, oh my god. Claire, um, he’s you’re student.
Claire: No, I know, but he’s 18, and we’re like, we’re in love with each other.
Kathryn: He’s your student.
Claire: Wait, Kathryn, listen, let me explain, OK?
Kathryn: That’s like a monumental abuse of power.
Claire: You, you don’t understand. Talk to me about this. Please, I… he’s an adult. He’s 18. This is not abuse. We’re in like a real relationship. We love each other.
Kathryn: Oh my god, stop it. I don’t want to hear it.
Claire: He’s over the age of consent.
Kathryn: He’s a kid.
Claire: Wait, wait, wait, you basically forced me to say it.
Kathryn: Claire, what do you want me to do? I don’t have a choice. I have to report you.
Claire: Please, please, no, that will literally ruin my life.
Kathryn: Wow, wow.

Kathryn: So who’s the guy?
Claire: Nope, I can’t tell you.
Kathryn: Fine, at least tell me how’s the D.
Claire: Oh my god. The D is great.
Kathryn: Ah.
Claire: Like I love it. I literally love it.

Kathryn: Is that best you can do? Come on, that may fool Matt, but it doesn’t fool me.
Claire: What?
Kathryn: You’ve been glowing recently, Claire, and you sure as shit aren’t pregnant since you’ve been chugging this tequila, so I’m 99% sure you’re having an affair.
Claire: Oh my god, stop.
Kathryn: Come on. There’s a reason people have been having affairs since the dawn of time. How else would you remember you’re still alive? Were you with the guy this weekend? I knew it. Yeah, you were. Ooooh.
Claire: Ahahaha. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never given myself permission to feel this way.

Claire: Come on, why are you giving me the silent treatment? It’s our last night together.
Eric: Exactly, it’s our last night together. Then tomorrow you’re gonna go back to him, and this will have never happened. Yeah. I mean, this isn’t real.
Claire: Of course it is.
Eric: Is that why you’re talking about who I’m gonna fuck when I get to college? Like what is this to you? Is this just some bored housewife shit?
Claire: You know that’s not true. You’re not gonna want me when you go to college. You’re gonna be done with me. Fuck, I’m risking my entire life to be with you. I wish I could just stay here with you, but I can’t, and I fucking feel like a terrible person.
Eric: Hey, hey…
Claire: No.
Eric: Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please stop. Please stop. Stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you. I love you. So much.
Claire: I love you.
Eric: Say it again.
Claire: I love you.

Eric: Say cheese.
Claire: Oh my god, stop.
Eric: Come on. I never get to see you like this.
Claire: Like what?
Eric: Like yourself.

Claire: So the SATs are in two weeks?
Eric: Yeah.
Claire: We should probably schedule more tutoring sessions.
Eric: Yeah.
Claire: Tonight?
Eric: Um, I can’t. I’ve got practice.
Claire: After. I can meet you at the same place.
Eric: OK.
Claire: Great.
Eric: I think I can make that work.

Alison: It’s nice to see you’re still alive.
Eric: Hey, yeah, um, I’m sorry. I should have texted you. I got really sick after the dance, and I just… I uh…
Alison: Yeah, fuck you.
Eric: Yeah.
Alison: Don’t lie to me. Can you at least give me that? Why did you even ask me to the dance? I mean, you broke up with me last year and now you abandon me in front of the whole and entire school.
Eric: Alison, I’m sorry. It really wasn’t planned.
Alison: I don’t want to hear that.

Josh: I’ve known you since first grade. I know when you’re fucking lying. So just tell me. Logan told me about the girl you met at work.
Eric: Yeah.
Josh: Yeah.
Eric: Yeah, man. I’ve never felt this way before. It’s new. She’s confusing too.
Josh: Love is a beautiful and confusing thing.

Eric: I do. I want this so much, but um, I’m just a little confused, OK. Because you texted me, and I’m glad you did, but what about your rules?
Claire: I just really want to fuck you right now.
Eric: I don’t want to just fuck. I mean, I love, um, fucking you, but I feel like… I really like you, like a lot, and I don’t know. I feel like… you’re so funny and smart and beautiful and I just feel like I’ve never been with someone like you before. And, fuck. I just want you to know that. This is all sounding really lame.
Claire: No, it doesn’t sound lame. I like you too.
Eric: Yeah?
Claire: Yeah, that’s why I’m here.
Eric: I didn’t even know if this was going to happen again.
Claire: Now you know.
Eric: Now I know.

Eric: So, you’ve babysat before?
Leanne: No.
Eric: But, you have a sister?
Leanne: She lives with my dad and his girlfriend now.
Eric: OK, um, just turn on the TV, and they’ll basically watch themselves.

A Teacher Quotes

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, because their words had forked no lightning, they do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Claire [reading a Dylan Thomas poem]

Matt: Tell me something about your day.
Claire: Uh, something about my day. OK, I saw some lipstick at the grocery store. I may have stolen it.
Matt: Why.
Claire: I don’t know. I just… I’ve spent so much money in that store over the years. Whatever, one lipstick, it’s not a big deal.
Matt: Claire, it’s a little weird.
Claire: Well, I’m not gonna do it again. It was dumb. Are you mad at me?
Matt: I didn’t know I was married to a delinquent.
Claire: Oh my god, I knew I shouldn’t have told you.