Every year at Barton Academy, students, faculty, and staff depart the campus for a two-week winter break.

But there are always an unfortunate few who have nowhere to go for the holidays.

They're known as the holdovers.

Mr. Hunnam.

Hello Mary.

I had you got stuck with babysitting duty this year.

How'd you manage that?

You know, he used to be a student, right?

Yeah, that's why he knows how to inflict maximum pain on him.

When I thought all the Nazis were hiding in Argentina.

Stifle it, Tully.

You just earned yourself in detention, sir. Giffel it, Tully.

You just earned yourself a detention, sir.

He here with you is already one big detention.

Son of a bitch, that's another detention!

Do you think I want to be babysitting you?

No, I was praying your mother would pick up the phone

or your father would arrive in a helicopter

or a flying saucer.

My father's dead.

Ta da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da

You realize that? You sound insane.

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