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Scudworth, to Mr. B:
[During the season 2 finale, don't come for me pls] Joan: We need to get through this locked door! Principal Scudworth, give me your credit card! Scudworth, hands Joan his credit card without much thought: Here. Joan, pocketing his credit card, points at the door: Mr. B, take down the door.
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Scudworth: One thing I miss about being a kid is fake sleeping in the car so I can be carried inside. Mr. B isn't falling for this shit.
Candide: Are you crazy? Scudworth: Legally no. There's not a word for my condition.
Mr. B: Please don't take this personally. Scudworth: The best I can do is take it extra personally.
Scudworth: How do I unsubscribe so I don't get your emails anymore? Candide: What?
Mr. B, sick of Scudworth: He keeps telling everyone that I usually mess up his breakfast... Mr. B: Because he doesn't get toast. So, he gets mad about it because he's 'lack-toast intolerant' and then he laughs and laughs, and everyone laughs. Mr. B, angry: They don't warn you about the endless dad jokes. They should, but they don't. Motherfucker doesn't even like toast-.