[Ryan has given his class assigned seats]
Erin Silver: Mr. Matthews, I think the mountain air pickled your brain, because you forgot me. Straight from "Sabbir" to "Sondheimer".
Ryan Matthews: Miss Silver, I am transferring you out of this class.
Erin Silver: Excuse me?
Ryan Matthews: I've already filled out the forms, I've discussed it with Principal Wilson. You will be in Mr. Kaplan's English class.
Erin Silver: He's the worst teacher here. The dude calls Tom Clancy "the Bard".
Ryan Matthews: Good luck to you.
Erin Silver: Mr. Matthews, what is this about?
Ryan Matthews: I don't think I can be objective with you as a student, given our... history.
Erin Silver: [confused] Our history?
Ryan Matthews: Yeah. As in you calling me a child-molesting pervert on your blog and almost costing me my job.
Erin Silver: Oh, right. Um... my bad?
Ryan Matthews: I think it's best if I'm not your teacher, for both of us.
[the bell rings, and the students begin chatting]
Ryan Matthews: Quiet, please.
Erin Silver: Look, Mr. Matthews, I was actually looking forward to this class. To your class. It might sound corny, but... you're not like the other teachers.
Ryan Matthews: Maybe that was my problem.
Erin Silver: [venting about being transferred out of Mr. Matthews' class] "Miss Silver"? Who calls me "Miss Silver"? I mean, it's unbelievable, right?
Dixon Wilson: Well, it sounds to me...
Erin Silver: I mean, anyone else, anyone else, kicks me out of their class, and I'm proud of it. But Mr. Matthews is... he's like the one teacher in this whole school who isn't some brain-dead zombie jerk. How could he do this to me?