Sean Ackard

You're crooked.

I'm over it.

Why don't you put some music on?

- What did you say? - You heard me.

Smile, Sean.

At least it's real.

Okay. Much, much better.

So you're not mad at me?

Could you put it a little lower?

Okay. Heads up, shoulders back, think Camelot.

What, for ditching English?

- What? - Your crown.

- Sean, he's not trying to torture us. - Could've fooled me.

That's so not real.

Use that one. It is what it is.

Just take the picture.

No. No, we're done here.

Uh, you ready, Your Majesties?

- Don't ever do that again. - Oh, are you allergic?

I'm sorry I deserted you. My friend cracked her head.

It wasn't you. I was dealing with Emily...

Look, I said I was sorry.

You weren't looking like a jackass because your date bailed.

I copied down your reading assignment.

I'm not mad. I'm out of here.