Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat? Yeah, my-my dad is, uh... That's enough. I'm...

Ms. Perky: Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat? Cameron: Yeah, my-my dad is, uh... Ms. Perky: That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere. Cameron: Excuse me? D-Did you just say... Am I in the right office? Ms. Perky: Not any more you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!

Nine schools in 10 years. My, my. Army brat? - Yeah. My dad is... - That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little ass-wipe shit-for-brains everywhere. Excuse me? Did you just say... Am I in the right office? Not any more, you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now, scoot. Scoot! Okay. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Patrick Verona. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. Only so we can have these moments together. Should I hit the lights? Oh, very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria? I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst. Bratwurst? Aren't we the optimist?