Hi, Mrs. Mathews, sweet little Cory. Guess where we were.
- Pottery Barn.
- Where?
- Pottery Barn, Pottery Barn!
- Eric, show them the ceramic cat.
- Later.
- Tell me again.
- I love you.
- I’m gonna make thee( ?) eat that ceramic cat. You can wash it down with the napkin holders.
- I miss her, Shawn. I really miss her.
- You gotta let her go, Cory.
- But everything reminds me of her.
- Cory, don’t do this to yourself. Get her out of your head. There is no Topanga.
- You have no idea.
- Look, Cory, everybody gets dumped.
- Have you ever been dumped?
- Me? Are you kidding? I’m Shawn.
- I need to be alone. I gotta think about this.
- Fair enough. Before I go, I got one more thing to say. (French).
- That was nice. What did you say?
- I don’t know. I just speak it. I don’t understand it. Later.
- This place. It’s crawling with kids.
- Yeah, they spray once a month but they keep coming back.
- Now I’m real hungry.
- Come on, man. The food is not that bad. Besides I don’t mind hanging with the kids. You know, make myself available in case if there’s ever anything they want to talk about.
- Hey, hey. There’s that weird kid that freaked on me during class.
- Yeah, Mathews.
- What’s that about?
- Go ask him.
- Oh, right. Then he answers, we bond and I have myself a little 14-year-old friend. No, thanks. It’s not gonna happen.
- Hey, whatever you say, man.
- So the food here is good.
- Oh, yeah, sure. I uh, talk to Chubbie, see if he'll order out for us.
- Mathews, right? So, um, that freakin out stuff, that was just for the new guy.
- Sorry about that. I’m sort of having a bad day.
- Really, cause you hide it well.
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