Woke up in a pile of leaves, twigs, tender chutes, dry grasses, and my own shit. I seriously can’t believe I shit myself again. It was probably that dream. I always get nervous when I have that dream. Won’t bother cleaning up the mess. Won’t be sleeping here tonight, anyway. Will probably sleep close to a movie theater, because I assume I’ll be exhausted after getting my mind blown from The A-Team movie. Anyone wanna see The A-Team tonight?
JACK:Karen, I'm in pain. My teacher was mean to me. She humiliated me in front of the whole multiracial class.
KAREN:I know just how you feel. I had a tough teacher once. Mm-hmm. I was kind of a misfit. Trying to find my way in '60s London. And then along came this handsome black teacher. We called him sir. He whipped us into shape, and we all grew to love him. I wish I'd had a chance to thank him.
KAREN:[SINGING] But how do you thank someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume.... It isn't easy...
KAREN:But I'll try...
On the last episode of Glee this year they sing To Sir With Love and I knew I had heard the first few lines of that song before, it was in an episode of Will & Grace!!!!
JACK:Karen! Karen! Why do you think Sidney Poitier hasn't returned your calls? It didn't happen. Besides, I don't think I could ever grow to love Nurse Carver. She teased me, she taunted me. She even threatened to put on a bathing suit. And Karen...she's heavy.