Sarah: (laying down a block diagram) OK, six ways in. Six ways out. The front opens to the street here. Security's minimal. Two armed guards in the morning. Four in the afternoon. And if anything goes wrong, there's a parking lot here.
John: Mom, it's high school, okay? Not Supermax. We can handle it.
(He kisses the top of Sarah's head and leaves.)
Cameron: We can handle it.
Sarah: Don't you kiss me ... or anyone else.