I'm glad my mother's dead.

He's just having a bad day.

Oh, my gosh.

You want me to be the dean of your college?

No, I want you to pretend to be the dean.

It's just for one day.

Uh, perhaps young Sherman didn't share this with you.

I've retired, I'm no longer a shaper of young minds.

Oh, really?

Yeah, well, technically, he was fired.

That's not true. I got fed up with the education racket.

So I quit.

I did send in my resignation

in a rather unorthodox fashion.

You sent the dean of the university a bag of dog shit.

It was a metaphor. For what?

For You're full of shit! Oh.

That's not a metaphor. That's a metaphor.

Oh, semantics, schmantics.

Three years from now, I'm finished with this crap.