No, young man. No jokes here. There's a time and place. When you say something in class they take you seriously. You're the teacher. You say you went… - Frank McCourt

Sing your song. Dance your dance. Tell your tale.

I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words.

Remember, if this is your world, you're one of them, a teenager. You live in two worlds. You're with them, day in, day out, and you'll never know, Mac, what that does to your mind. Teenager forever. June will come and it’s bye-bye teacher, nice knowin' you, my sister's gonna be in your class in September. But there’s something else, Mac. In any classroom, something is always happening. They keep you on your toes. They keep your fresh. You'll never grow old, but the danger is you might have the mind of an adolescent forever. That's a real problem, Mac. You get used to talking to those kids on their level. Then when you go to a bar for a beer you forgot how to talk to your friends and they look at you. They look at your like you just arrived from another planet and they're right.