Chase: Herb's awesome. Watch, do some Shakespeare!
Janitor Herb: Oh, I-I don't know...I-I don't like to- For who would bear the whips and scorns of time? The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely-
Zoey: Contumely? (Chase shrugs)
Janitor Herb: -the pangs of despised love.
Zoey: (clapping) Wow, impressive!
Chase: What does that mean?
Janitor Herb: I got no idea.
Chase: I had a feeling.