Teaching Mrs. Tingle

Mrs. Tingle:
The smartest girl in school caught cheating, it will be scandalous.

Leigh Ann Watson:
It's completely factual, she was burned at the stake.

Mrs. Tingle:
Always the victim, aren't we, Ms. Watson?

Leigh Ann Watson:
Well there are certain similarities between society today and seventeenth century Salem. I guess that would be the irony of it all.

Mrs. Tingle:
Irony is the opposite of what is or might be expected. For example, if Ms. Watson was expecting an A on her history project, she might find the actual result to be rather ironic.

Leigh Ann Watson:
I'm gonna burn in hell for this.

Luke Churner:
It'll be a party!

Leigh Ann Watson:
Oh, Mrs. Tingle, threats are a sign of weakness.

Mrs. Tingle:
You present yourself with such self-assured tenacity, but your fear shows around the edges. You can do better.

Jo Lynn Jordan:
We're trying, Mrs. Tingle. Work with us.

Mrs. Tingle:
Mr. Churner? Dare I even ask?

Luke Churner:
Plymouth Rock.

Mrs. Tingle:
Your work, Mr. Churner, reminds me of a student that sat in that same seat some 20 years ago. He, too, had "No future" printed on him... Do give your father my best.

Leigh Ann Watson:
What's the matter Mrs. Tingle? Getting scared yourself?

Mrs. Tingle:
Oh no! Ms. Watson, things are just starting to get fun.

Mrs. Tingle:
Haven't you learned by now that history always repeats itself?

Principal Potter:
I was thinking...

Mrs. Tingle:
No, don't do that Mr. Potter, we still prefer that bristling wind effect you have on us.

Mrs. Tingle:
Oh, by the way... happy birthday.

Principal Potter:
It's not my birthday Mrs Tingle.

Mrs. Tingle:
No, not your natal birthday, the AA one. You've been sober, how long is it now?

Principal Potter:
Four years

Mrs. Tingle:
There! I knew it was this week. Me and dates, you know, that's the curse of being a history teacher. Well congratulations, that's quite an accomplishment. Just think, not one sip of alcohol in over four years, that's almost... unbelievable

Coach Winchell:
But it's me... Spanky.

Mrs. Tingle:
Don't tease us, Mr. Berry. When you shoot, make it count.

Brian Berry:
It wasn't... I-I mean-I didn't think that...

Mrs. Tingle:
No, because that would require a cerebrum, and a few other missing parts.

Miss Banks:
That was Mrs. Tingle. She's sick with the flu. She sounded really bad.

Principal Potter:
She hasn't been sick since-In fact, I don't think she's ever been sick.

Miss Banks:
Do you think it's serious?

Principal Potter:
God I hope so.

Luke Churner:
This feels very strange.

Mrs. Tingle:
I want you to fail.

Mrs. Tingle:
Well done, Miss Watson.