Adam: I know who you are. You're a teacher, at Essex County, right? I know, I know, cause I've seen you. My son goes to school there. Yeah, not teaching today, huh?
Sarah: No.
Adam: What is it, recess? My son's name is Adam. He's "special needs." You'd recognize him if you saw him.
Sarah: There's a lot of kids.
Adam: You know what this song's supposed to be about?
Sarah: It's about a fire lake?
Adam: Wow, you are a teacher.
Sarah: You send your son to a regular school?
Adam: Yeah, until they kick him out.
Sarah: You don't send him to a special education program, or anything?
Adam: No, he's... He's a foster kid, right? And the agency claims they didn't know about his condition. We thought we were getting a...
Sarah: ...normal kid?
Adam: Yeah right, okay, I'm an asshole, alright? But you know, look, it's a burden.
Sarah: They don't let you just dump him?
Adam: I'm glad you weren't my teacher.
Sarah: You should be.
Adam: Look, I mean... He's a sweet kid but if you're looking for Rain Man, or like a math genius, or a classical fucking pianist, you're out of luck.
Sarah: I heard that a lot of these kids, though, they're gifted. You just have to recognize what it is.
Adam: Oh, he's gifted in starring at the fucking TV all day. So am I. And what's your special talent? What are you good at?
Sarah: Well, I'm...
Sarah: [Sarah and Joe start to have sex in a hotel room and Sarah rides Joe even harder] Fuck! Fuck me! Harder! Oh yeah! Do that! Do that! Yes!
Sarah: [after Joe cums on Sarah's face, she starts to get dress] Is it three o'clock yet?
Adam: No.
Sarah: I'm supposed to pick up Adam. And I'm giving you a B+.
Adam: Well, I'm glad you weren't my teacher.
