Jake, I have wonderful news: From now on, as part of each lesson, we're gonna spend time casting demons out of you. [to Alan]: It's the Devil that's making him stupid.
I told you it wasn't my fault.
Uh, uh, Miss Pasternak, wh-- while I'm thrilled that you're helping Jake with his schoolwork, I'm not sure an exorcism is really called for.
Do you want your son to go to Hell, Alan?
Depends. Do they have a college prep program?
Eternal damnation is no laughing matter.
I know. I've been married twice. [laughs]
You think you have to wear a jockstrap in Hell?
You miserable son of a bitch. I gave you my heart, I gave you my soul, I gave you my body and you just threw me aside like I was some piece of garbage!
Yeah, my bad. So what's new?
Oh, you wanna catch up, sure, let's catch up, okay, let's see, um, okay, after you dumped me, I had a nervous breakdown.
Well, sure looks like you've bounced back.
And then after my breakdown, I got fired and blackballed from teaching.
Oh, bummer. So what are you up to now?
I'll tell you what I'm up to now, I lost my house, I'm living in a cheap motel, and my new career is giving lap dances to strangers while I'm swinging by my crotch on a pole late times a night.
Have you considered an athletic supporter?
Okay, well. Thanks for the update. Nice seeing you. Move, move move.
You ruined my life, Charlie Harper!
We didn't pay for the jockstrap.
[to Charlie] How can you live with yourself, you horrible, evil man?!