A Teacher
TuesdaysA Teacher Quotes
Kathryn: Um, is that a hickey, Claire?
Claire: What? Are you serious?
Kathryn: Oh my god, you’re a bad bitch. Oww.
Claire: Is it that noticeable?
Kathryn: Just a little concealer. You’ll be fine.
Claire: Oh my god.
Kathryn: That’s amazing. I love that your husband is giving you hickeys.
Eric: That’s his sister man, like you got to stop fucking with him.
Logan: I’m not fucking with him. I like her. I’m not joking. I like her.
Eric: Seriously?
Logan: Yeah, man, I’m serious. I feel like I really ruined it with that hotel shit, playing like it was all about sex or something. I think I should have been honest with her and told her I just wanted to like date her. I don’t know. Fuck me.
Claire: This cannot happen. This is stupid.
Eric: I’m sorry.
Claire: Anyone who follows me can see that. My husband can see that. Do you realize how fucked I am if anyone finds out? Look, if we’ve going to keep doing this, we need to set some ground rules.
Eric: Yeah, OK, whatever you need.
Claire: You cannot tell anyone about us, ever.
Eric: I know.
Eric: I’m not like these other kids. If I get this citation, I am screwed.
Officer Wilson: You should have thought about that before you started drinking.
Eric: Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Um, you don’t have a sister that teaches at Westerbrook, do you?
Officer Wilson: C’mon. Don’t make this difficult, all right.
Eric: No, Ms. Wilson. She told me about you. You were in the military, right? She’s my teacher, and she tutors me on the side sometimes. I know that this is a huge ask, but is there any way you could call her to come pick me up? Please, I don’t have anyone else I can call.
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.
Eric: Your parents gonna be pissed?
Logan: My mom’s gonna kill me. She’s at a goop retreat. Not really sure what that is.
Eric: What’s goop?
Logan: I don’t know. But my brother got three citations his senior year, so compared to him this is nothing.
Eric: I’ve taken the SATs twice now, and I still can’t quite get… I’m just bad at taking tests.
Claire: No, the SATs are all about figuring out some dumb rules. It’s a skill you can actually learn.
Eric: Yeah.
Claire: Hey, for what it’s worth I can already tell that you’re smarter than… at least your friend Logan.
Eric: Are you allowed to say that?
Claire: No, don’t tell anyone I did, please.
Eric: You listen to this?
Claire: Yeah, why?
Eric: I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t think teachers listened to this kind of music.
Claire: Oh my god.
Eric: What?
Claire: You know how ridiculous you sound? Just because I’m a teacher doesn’t mean I don’t have good taste. This is a great song.
Logan: Yo, dude, who’s that?
Eric: Oh, yeah, that’s Ms. Wilson. She’s new. She teaches AP English.
Logan: She’s your teacher?
Eric: Yep.
Logan: She is too hot to be a teacher.
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]
Claire: We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.
Eric: I want to.
Claire: Get in the backseat.
Claire: Where were you? I waited in the diner for like 45 minutes.
Eric: Oh shit. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.
Claire: Don’t lie to me. You basically beg me to continue tutoring you, and then you pull this crap.
Eric: What do you want me to say? I can’t stop thinking about you. I mean I have fucking dreams about you. I… I wanted to keep tutoring, but I’m too attracted to you, and I don’t want to get you in trouble. I just… I feel like I can’t control myself around you, and I’m sorry. I should have told you…
Claire: You should go back inside. Just go.
