Mr. Chapin: You look pretty nervous.
kid in detention: Yes, sir.
Mr. Chapin: You're sweating like a pig.
kid in detention: Yes, sir.
Mr. Chapin: You're eyes are all... bloodshot.
kid in detention: Yes, sir.
Mr. Chapin: You've got pot, don't you?
[the kid pulls out a bag]
Mr. Chapin: I'm confiscating this.
[walks away and sees Cheetos on another students desk]
Mr. Chapin: This too.