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[Ryan has given his class assigned seats]

Erin Silver:
Mr. Matthews, I think the mountain air pickled your brain, because you forgot me. Straight from "Sabbir" to "Sondheimer".

Ryan Matthews:
Miss Silver, I am transferring you out of this class.

Erin Silver:
Excuse me?

Ryan Matthews:
I've already filled out the forms, I've discussed it with Principal Wilson. You will be in Mr. Kaplan's English class.

Erin Silver:
He's the worst teacher here. The dude calls Tom Clancy "the Bard".

Ryan Matthews:
Good luck to you.

Erin Silver:
Mr. Matthews, what is this about?

Ryan Matthews:
I don't think I can be objective with you as a student, given our... history.

Erin Silver:
[confused] Our history?

Ryan Matthews:
Yeah. As in you calling me a child-molesting pervert on your blog and almost costing me my job.

Erin Silver:
Oh, right. Um... my bad?

Ryan Matthews:
I think it's best if I'm not your teacher, for both of us.

[the bell rings, and the students begin chatting]

Ryan Matthews:
Quiet, please.

Erin Silver:
Look, Mr. Matthews, I was actually looking forward to this class. To your class. It might sound corny, but... you're not like the other teachers.

Ryan Matthews:
Maybe that was my problem.