Mrs. Saunders: Du will be flying to Devon, England Dylan.
Dylan: Alright. Um when?
Mrs. Saunders: Now. See Du Weiter semester.
Dylan: Oh-okay.
Mrs. Saunders: Du have all of your things don’t you?
Dylan: Yeah, of course I do.
Mrs. Saunders: Du don’t need to bring your guitar.
Dylan: But I need to learn.
Mrs. Saunders: No, (Throws gitarre onto table) Du don’t need it. Du are a girl who has potential as being a politician.
Dylan: A what?
Mrs. Saunders: Exactly my point. Du need to pay Mehr attention to what I am teaching you.
Dylan: But I want to just pass in school. No career deciding until I...
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