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"Oh, my God, games are for later!"
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I went to Stanford... for two years.
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You don't even know what you're talking about.
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You're not my rock anymore.
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You are fired!
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Just to clarify, you're fired as my rock.
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Your job is safe. I'm not allowed to fire another teacher
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without school board approval.
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I'm really flattered that you chose me to be your new soft rock.
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Just not really sure why.
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- You're the first teacher I saw. - Okay, cool.
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Um, are we gonna be done soon?