George is not a sexy name. George is like what you name your teddy bear, not the name you...

Rhiannon: George is not a sexy name. George is like what you name your teddy bear, not the name you wanna scream out during climax. Mr. Griffith: I hope by "climax" you weren't talking about... Olive Penderghast: The stable and self-perpetuating end-stage in the evolution of a plant community. Like "by George, that tree has reached the final stage of ecological succession". Rhiannon: And it only took 20 seconds.

And this is my side, the right one. George is not a sexy name. George is what you name your teddy bear... ...not the name you wanna scream out during climax. And by that, I assume you mean? The stable and self-perpetuating end stage... ...in the evolution of a plant community. - Right. - Why, what were you thinking? The same. But I don't say it out loud lest someone get the wrong idea. I think you know innuendo is attached to everything these days. Innuendo? What...? Whatever do you mean? Rhiannon, Olive, go hit the books. They don't hit back. Also, hugs not drugs. Mess with the bull, get the horns. And any other cliches you can come up with. Bye, Mr. Griffith. Bye. - Watch your mouth. - Sorry. Mr. Griffith is my favorite teacher. Although, after all the trouble I caused... ...I don't know if I'm still his favorite student. You know, these are bad for you. It leads to unwanted pregnancy, all sorts of things. Mismatched tires on your vehicle, which is nonexistent. And here is where the trouble began. The lie that started the whole thing. Please, please, I'm begging you. I will pay you. I'll pay you. Rhi, I cannot go camping with you, okay? I'm sorry, but I have a date. - Okay? I told you. - With who? You don't know him.