Because he has never seen a dorky teacher embrace the cliché like this, because he never went to college and thus never met the freshcrawling 8/10 of all teachers who embrace the cliché like this, Silas about pees. He and the vajazzled girl hold hands and little beams of Jesus come rocketing out of their skulls because eventually the prime of Miss Jean Brodie comes to us all and this is where essentially all fascism comes from. "Let's begin," says the teacher, and frankly I've never been so happy to get out of a scene in my life. Ugh. I mean, everything that he said was good, sure, but it was also like karaoke to hear out loud. Like watching somebody take off their skin and turn it inside out and then pretend there's nothing weird going on.
Andy keeps hopping back and forth between his bench and Nancy's, at the bus stop. Finally he just begs her to say they'll "never." "Just say we'll never." Nancy nods; after all, she likes him too much to give him the curse of death that always follows her love life. "Holy cow, you're right! They do all die. Your pussy's a death sentence. A penis flytrap. You're Dr. Kavagian!" Points for penis flytrap, even if you ended weak. Then Andy points out that Esteban's not dead and she curls her lip, like, whatevering his life away: "Um, not yet." I love how even Nancy has noticed these things and just didn't feel like bringing them up before. Next she's going to be like, "Did it ever occur to you that my whole life is about running from grief in whatever form it takes, and really I'm just pretending to be an adrenaline junkie because I miss the bear?"
Andy says this is proof of something: "So by not loving me, you're actually saving me?" Nancy wouldn't say that, but also let's correct your grammar: "By not sleeping with you I'm probably saving you, yeah." (My emph., not hers. Her tone doesn't really modulate, as is usual when she's talking through the latte straw and pretending to be bored.) Finally he gets all hormonal and starts wringing his hands and having stupid epiphanies again about how she has to "release" him and "let him go" so that he can spread his wings and whatever, whatever. I'm glad Nancy finds it as hilarious as I do: "Nance. This is the moment. Right now, waiting for the number 43 bus!"