Alona Tal

...he would really like to pick your brain. Say yes.

Simone.

Don't diss it. There might be a good story.

What made you choose Prague?

Your mom invited me to speak to her classes.

I made you turn off The O.C. And read Wuthering Heights.

No. I mean, heh, yes, of course I do.

No, but my first-period English class does.

Okay, volume. Mother on campus.

If you have time for coffee while in town...

Why didn't I think of that? That's a great idea. I'll be right back.

I went into autopilot, walked straight to my old locker.

Ever been to those marionette shows they have there?

Talk about somebody who loves their puppets.

- ...will you dance with me? - What?

- Don't tell me you miss it. - It's twice the size of my apartment.

- What are you doing here? - Do you not want me here?

And when you win that Pulitzer, you better thank me.

You know, try to convince them that there's life after Rosewood.

Ezra mentioned he was on the chaperone shift, so I decided to stop by.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Why do you think they sell absinthe?

Simone? Ha, ha.

They did not have English teachers like that when I was here.