Sister, Sister
Devon: I’m going to kill you.
Tara: I guess that means you saw it. I swear to you. I DID NOT TAKE THAT VIDEO.
Devon: I’m still going to kill you.
Tara: Come on. It’s not that bad.
You look really HOT. And you still got it. Until—you don’t.
Devon: I’m glad you think it’s funny. My boss didn’t.
Tara: Who, the asshat with the Captain Hook stache? That man wouldn’t know funny if it sat on his face.
Devon: Tara, he wants me to take sick leave for the rest of the school year “to rest and recover.”
Tara: I’m sorry, Dev. But maybe it’ll be good to get some time off? I’ve gotta go. Michael’s coming into the conference room.
Devon: Ten years of teaching, T. Not once have I missed the last day of school.
How am I going to say goodbye to my kids?
Tara: Could you write them postcards? Or send something into school?
Good news is they can always watch the video when they miss you.
Devon: You are so dead.
Tara: BTW there might be a GIF out there, too. Just type in karaoke.
Or failure.
Or so embarrassing.
Devon: Oh. My. God!