Mr. Simonet? Yes, I'm Eugene... ...Simonet. Hello. Hello. What is this assignment? Excuse...

Arley: [Storming into the room] Mr. Simonet? Eugene: Yes, I'm Eugene... [looks up from his desk to see Arlene] Eugene: ...Simonet. Arley: [Taken aback by Eugene's scars] Hello. Eugene: Hello. Arley: What is this assignment? Eugene: Excuse me? Arley: What did you tell my son to make him bring a homeless man into my house? Eugene: Uh, I have two problems. One: I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. And two: I don't know who you are. Arley: Arlene McKinney. My boy is in your social studies class... Trevor. Eugene: Trevor. Yes, he's very attentive. He's very exigent, which I like. [Noticing some confusion on Arlene's face] Eugene: Exigent, it's challenging, testing... Arley: I know what it means! Would you like to tell me why my kid brought a bum into my house? Eugene: I have no idea... Arley: Bullshit! Eugene: Mrs. McKinney, I don't know how your son interpreted the assignment. Arley: How do you think he interpreted it? Eugene: Well, I don't know. My suggestion is, if you want to know, why don't you go home and talk to your son? Arley: Hey! I talked to him! Eugene: Really? Then why did you come all the way down here to ask me what the assignment is? [Points to the blackboard] Eugene: It's not a state secret.

-What is this assignment? -Excuse me? What did you say for my son to Let a homeless man in my house? I have two problems. One, I've no idea what you' re talking about... ...and two, I don't know who you are. Arlene McKinney. My boy is in your social studies class? Trevor? Trevor. Yes, he's very attentive. He's very exigent, which I Like. -Exigent. Challenging, testing. -I know what it means. Why did my kid bring a bum home? -I have no idea. -Bullshit! I don't know how he interpreted the assignment. How do you think he interpreted it? I don't know. If you want to know, why don't you talk to your son? I talk to him. Really? Then why did you come down here to ask me what the assignment is? It's not a state secret. Yeah? And? It's an assignment I give out at the beginning of every year to inspire. I don't expect them to change the world. -You don't expect them to change-- -Excuse me. It's to get them to think, not walk on water. An assignment they can't do? What kind of teacher are you? I didn't say that. They make attempts. Now and then they clean up graffiti-- This is my kid. You don't know him. Tell him he can do something, he'll believe you. And when he can't, it'll wipe him out. They ought to fire your ass out of here right now. They probably won't do that because I filled a very excellent quota. I'm just this side of parking in the blue zone. You think you can do whatever you want because your face is messed up? Why don't you put down in writing your Little and Loud complaints... ...and I'll make sure they get put in the suggestion box. Jesus. You are really something. Thanks. I appreciate the euphemism. I've always wanted to be something. Can I help you with something, miss? No.