Mr. Feeny: Mr. Hunter, in between the hoopla, there will be learning going on.
Shawn: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cake, right?!
Mr. Feeny (sighing): Yes, cake.
Amy: Eric, I'm serious. You're fired.
Eric: You can't fire me. You're the Momma, I work for the Dada.
Shawn: I pack heat.
Amy: You carry a gun?
Eric: Nope, a heater. Gets cold out there in the shed.
Mr. Feeny: Yes, cake. Delicious cake, actually. From the... Westchester Bakery... is where we get the cakes. It's, uh, where we get them.
Eric: Hey, Mr. Feeny.
Eric: I heard you told my parents you thought I was smart. Just knowing you said that, was worth about a thousand SAT points.