brian, how you doing?
what?
sure.
you wanna be a janitor?
oh, really? you guys think i'm just some untouchable peasant? peon? huh? maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the past eight years i've learned a couple of things. i look through your letters, i look through your lockers. i listen to your conversations, you don't know that but i do. i am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends. by the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast!
afternoon, dick.
good.
not much, what's happening, what are you doing in the basement files?
homework, huh?
confidential files. hmmm?
what're you gonna do for me, man?
got fifty bucks?
fifty bucks.  cut to:
when i was a kid, i wanted to be john lennon.
aw bull shit, man. come on vern, the kids haven't changed, you have! you took a teaching position, 'cause you thought it'd be fun, right? thought you could have summer vacations off. and then you found out it was actually work. and that really bummed you out.
come on. listen vern, if you were sixteen, what would you think of you, huh?
yes i do.
yeah?
i wouldn't count on it!
see ya brian.
you bet! cut to: