Superbad: Seth complains about home ec

Seth: I joined this class because I thought I was going to be cooking with a partner. But she’s never here, and I don’t get twice the grades for doing all the work.
Teacher: I didn’t invent odd numbers, Seth.
Seth: I know, but look at Evan. Just look at him.
Evan: [His partner is tying on his apron] Hey, don’t keep me waiting much longer, I’m getting impatient up here.
Seth: I’m over here in my unit, isolated and alone, eating my terrible tasting food, and I have to look over at that. That looks like the most fun I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and it’s B.S. – excuse my language. I’m just saying that I wash and dry; I’m like a single mother. Look, we all know home-ec is a joke – no offense – it’s just that everyone takes this class to get an A, and it’s bullshit – and I’m sorry. I’m not putting down your profession, but it’s just the way I feel. I don’t want to sit here, all by myself, cooking this shitty food – no offense – and I just think that I don’t need to cook tiramisu. Am I going to be a chef? No. There’s three weeks left of school, give me a fuckin’ break! I’m sorry for cursing.
Teacher: All right, Jules’ partner isn’t here either, pair up with her, station four.
Seth: Jules? Alright I’ll give it another shot – give home-ec another shot.