Lorna: You are certifiable! What is this? Some sort of smart-ass joke? You’re taking cooking?
Michael: I want to learn how to cook.
Lorna: Yeah, right. You have some burning desire to learn how to make apple brown betty. . .
Michael: What are you doing here if you think so highly of it?
Lorna: Well, they wouldn’t let me take auto mechanics, and I didn’t have time to take the issue to the Supreme Court.