Elizabeth Becka: Principal
[Brandon is sitting in the waiting room while the adults talk in the principal's office]
Tori Breyer : Erica, he said he's sorry. It was an accident. They're just kids.
Erica : Did you see my daughter's hand? He's a goddamn animal is what he is.
Kyle Breyer : Okay, can we just calm down here Erica, please?
Erica : I want him in handcuffs and I want him gone.
Principal : We are taking action. He's going to be suspended for two days.
Erica : Suspended? Do your job. Arrest him!
Sheriff Deever : I'm sorry, ma'am. That's not your call.
Tori Breyer : After the suspension, he will be in regular sessions with our school guidance counselor, Miss Merilee.
Erica : His aunt. OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Principal : Right, now she's the only counselor...
Erica : You know what, her son was inside my daughter's bedroom last Saturday.
Kyle Breyer : He wasn't.
Erica : He's a pervert.
Kyle Breyer : He was camping with us.
Erica : He's sick!
Kyle Breyer : He was 30 miles from your house, okay Erica.
[we hear Erica mumbling as Tori and Brandon look at each other]
Erica : Do you even know who his real mother is?
Tori Breyer : I'm his real mother!
Erica : I meant whatever inbred psycho gave birth to him.
Kyle Breyer : Hey!
Tori Breyer : I know exactly what you meant. You're trash-talking a 12-year-old child lest you sleep better at night, Erica. Maybe you're the one who needs help.
[Tori and Kyle leave the office to collect Brandon]
Tori Breyer : [to Erica] Sorry about your daughter.
Tori Breyer : [to Brandon] Get up. Let's go.
[the family leaves with Brandon and Erica menacingly glaring at each other]