Claire: No
Kathryn: We’re in a storage closet. No one’s going to see you. I can see how much you need this. These kids act like we’re some dumb teacher, like we don’t know what it’s like. We know their tricks.
Claire: I know. It’s like we don’t exist outside the classroom. We basically do everything for them. There’s no ‘thank you.’
Kathryn: You need another.
Claire: Ew, you’re such a bad influence.
Kathryn: Thank you.

Eric: It’s no big deal. We just met. Um, I met her at work. Her name’s Steph.
Logan: Steph?
Eric: Stephanie.
Logan: Stephanie?
Eric: She came into the diner one day. We started talking, hit it off, and she goes to UT.
Logan: OK, well, how hot are we talking, boys?
Cody: Really hot, like a sophisticated kind of way, smoke show.
Logan: Damn dude, college girl. God I love older women.
Eric: That’s why you’re talking Josh’s sister tonight, right?
Cody: No.
Logan: Fuck you guys. Age is just a number.

Claire: Can we just talk about this another time?
Matt: Yeah, sure. I just thought we were going to talk about it tonight.
Claire: I just started at Westerbrook. I don’t really want to be pumped full of hormones right now.
Matt: Yeah, I get it. I’m just gonna say this one thing: Whenever you’re ready, we’ll make it work. I just really want to start a family with you.

Claire: Listen, yesterday was not OK.
Eric: I get it. I do. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
Claire: I’m gonna find you a new tutor.
Eric: I don’t want a new tutor.
Claire: That is not my problem.
Eric: OK, look, I’m sorry.
Claire: If anyone found out what you did yesterday, my life would be ruined.
Eric: I haven’t told anybody, and I’m not going to. I get it. I’m sorry. I should not have kissed you. I understand that. It’s my fault, and it won’t happen again.
Claire: Good.
Eric: OK, good. You’ll… you’ll still tutor me, right?
Claire: No, no, I’m sorry. No.
Eric: Claire… Ms. Wilson, I can’t afford the classes everyone else takes. Please.
Claire: OK, well…
Eric: I’m asking you…
Claire: Listen, if I agree, then you need to promise me…
Eric: I promise.

Claire: How much did you spend?
Matt: Oh no, this stuff, it like never loses its value.
Claire: You were going to buy all this shit and not talk to me first?
Matt: It’s not shit. It’s actually top of the line…
Claire: You can’t just blow our savings because you want to jam with a bunch of middle-aged doctors.
Matt: We’re not just gonna jam.
Claire: What, are you going to start a band? Oh my god, you’re going to start a band.

Claire: Don’t miss this.
Eric: Miss what?
Claire: This part of your life. You’re gonna have plenty of time to be an adult. Just be happy.

Claire: You’ve got to have some sort of idea of what you want to do.
Eric: I want to be a doctor, I think. I sort of have this whole plan.
Claire: Oh, yeah?
Eric: Yeah. I know it’s hard and how expensive it is, but whatever I do, I just want to help other people, you know?
Claire: Yeah, that’s why I wanted to become a teacher.


Eric: Ms. Wilson, are you laughing at me?
Claire: Yeah.
Eric: You realize this is a low point for me. You know that, right?
Claire: I know.

Eric: Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much.
Claire: What you did tonight was really stupid.
Eric: I know.
Claire: You’re smarter than this.
Eric: I know.

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.