So, we have a new student today. I'm assuming you are... I'm a transfer student, sir. You...

Mr. Teller:
So, we have a new student today. I'm assuming you are...
Rafe:
I'm a transfer student, sir.
Mr. Teller:
You don't have to call me "sir". Makes me feel old, and I already feel old. I drive a Saturn.
Rafe:
It's just Principal Dwight told me to call everyone "sir". It's like... one of his rules.
Mr. Teller:
Okay. Well, I don't see any Principal Dwight in here, do you? Seriously, do you? Because he is a master of disguise.
[laughter]

Mr. Teller:
So, we have a new transfer student today who's name I'm realizing I did not ask just now. What's your name?
Rafe:
Rafe Khatchadorian.
Miller:
Whoa! It'd suck to have to spell that dumb name.
Shon:
Well Rafe, welcome to hell.

You can't rate teachers on Yelp anyway. I've tried. So, we have a new student today. I'm assuming you are... I'm a transfer student, sir. Oh, you don't have to call me "sir." It makes me feel old, and I already feel old. I drive a Saturn. It's just, Principal Dwight told me to call everyone "sir." - It's, like, one of his rules. - Okay. Well, I don't see any Principal Dwight in here. Do you? Seriously, do you? Because he is a master of disguise. So, we have a new transfer student today whose name I am realizing I did not ask just now. - What's your name? - Rafe Katchadorian. Whoa! It would suck to have to spell that dumb name. Well, Rafe, welcome to hell. Back to the homework from last night. You all listened to the Drake and Future mixtape last night. Because today, we will be talking about fair trade. Okay. There's a hot track, and it's produced by Future's Hendrix crew. Drizzy, Champagne Papi, is in the studio with Future, and he says, "Hey, yo, let me get on that track." "Well, I'm gonna have to charge you." And what does Drake say back? "Charge me? I thought we were boys." "We're the best of boys. We're gonna make a mixtape together." But there's a tax. Not anymore, once NATO came along. Teller, it's NAFTA, not NATO. Ah? What? Word? Shon is right, it is NAFTA. So, now there is no tax. So, Champagne Papi and young Hendrix can be on each other's tracks without having to charge anybody. Much the way that America and Canada have goods importing and exporting. Hey, Kick-a-dorkian. Does anyone have any questions? It's Miller time. Stay out of my way, or I'll wedgie you so bad you'll be able to taste your underwear. How?