//PTC Paper in Biology
Andrea: (Nonchalant) Hmm. This tastes horrible. *shrugs*
Shubham: AH, GOD. That's HORRIBLE!
William: Eh, not the worst. *keeps in mouth*
//Matthew, Ishaan, Rahul, and Dallas step up. Dallas doubles over. The rest have no reaction.
Ishaan: It's just paper.
Calvin: URGGHH *runs to the trash can*
Jared: It tastes like burnt chicken.
Megan: IT TASTES LIKE CACTUS!
Student: ...How do you know what cactus tastes like?
//in anal chem
Pham: Redox, I teach same lesson as freshman, you guy know that?
Andrea: Yeah! It didn't make any sense then but now it's just easy.
Andrea: It's 'cause we're so much smarter now.
Pham: Really? You guy smarter?! I didn't see anybody smarter in here!
Pham: Nobody from Mexico here? (looks at Andrea) Okay, I know you not. (pause) Plate from Mexico look very nice, they put thing in to make pretty. What they use? Radioactive material, otherwise look quite boring, you guy realize it?
Student: Are we supposed to memorize that?
Pham: Memorize?! I never tell you memorize anything! All these years I do never memorize, you guy know that by now? Including the name. When you were ninth grade, when do I start know your name?
Minas: You knew my name when you started making fun of me.
Andrea: You knew Michael and Rajan's names because you kept yelling at them.
Pham: You are all crappy, you not special! You all the same thing! I say in ninth grade already!
Andrea: Yeah, you told us in ninth grade that the magnet will ruin our lives again and again and again [...] and again and again.