Mrs. Finster:
Hey, teacher! Leave them kids alone!
Gus:
Ninjas! Why did it have to be ninjas?
Becky:
Like, I am so through with him, Melissa. He asked me if I spoke French, then winked at me.
[Holding diary out of Becky's reach]
TJ:
Uh uh uh. I got copies. Now either you give me a ride or this baby hits the internet.
Ashley:
Got off our planet, alien scum!
[after seeing a tractor beam shoot at the sky]
Vince:
Now that right there. That was messed up.
Benedict:
All those years, I still thought about you. How you embarrassed me! How you humiliated me! How you destroyed my relationship with Muriel Finster, the only woman I ever loved!
TJ:
That part still grosses me out, sir.
Principal Prickly:
Shh.
Principal Prickly:
I'll let you in on a little secret, Detweiller. Every adult you've ever known was a kid at sometime in his life. You think we don't remember summer vacation? Riding our bikes down the creek. Catching polliwogs in a jar. Camping out under the stars. Well you're wrong! Sometimes I sit there in my office, looking out at you kids in the playground and I think, "They don't know how good they got it. In a few years, they'll be grownups like me and all those good times will be memories for them, too". So go ahead. Put a whoopie-cushion in my chair. Put fake vomit on my carpet. Make fun of my "big, saggy butt". But don't ever say I don't care about summer vacation, 'cause those memories are the last part of childhood I got left.
[Principal Prickly and "TJ" are dressed as guards]
Principal Prickly:
You sure this gonna work, Detweiller?
TJ:
Come on, Mr. Prickly. Don't you watch old spy movies? This trick is pure gold. (To guard) Uh, Mr. Benedict wanted to see us about a very important matter.
Guard:
Hey, you two aren't guards!
TJ:
Ruuuun!
King Bob:
I, King Bob, as my last official act before entering middle school, hereby anoint this boy here King Freddie the second.
[to King Freddie]
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:
May you boss around all of the kids with fairness.
Mrs. Finster:
I'm stuck! Curse these bodacious hips of mine! Randall, run back to my place and get the butter!
Gretchen:
I've been studying the moon with the 200-inch telescope at the observatory, and I've discovered some peculiar eccentricities in it's orbit.
Counselor:
You know, Gretchen, maybe you should try out one of these neat anti-gravity harnesses. The other kids love 'em, and look - you can do backflips, just like real astronauts.
Gretchen:
But...
[Counselor flips away. Gretchen sighs]
Gretchen:
Why do I bother?
TJ:
[from space suit] Because you're driven by a passionate desire for knowledge.
Ashley:
Hey, remember that summer after the second grade when we went down to the pond every day to catch minnows?
Gretchen:
Or how about that summer we all carved our initials in that big tree in the Wilson's backyard?
Vince:
And Spinelli spelled her's wrong.
Ashley:
Hey, I was seven. And "S's" are tricky.
[Gus begins sobbing]
Ashley:
What's your problem? This is the first summer you've lived here.
Gus:
I know, and I'll never have any of those memories.
Benedict:
Same old noble Pete. Always standing up for the rights of children.
TJ:
[to Prickly] You?
[last lines]
Principal Prickly:
But don't forget, come September, you're mine! I haven't forgotten about that "saggy butt" comment!
TJ:
Hey, September is a long way off.
Benedict:
Oh, come now, Pete. There's no need to be rude. Not after I've instructed my men to provide you with special care.
Principal Prickly:
Special care? That's what you call gagging me, tying me up, and taking away my pants?
Benedict:
[Flashback to 1968] Be cool, people. Be cool.
Female Protester:
We'll be cool when you give our kids their recess back!
Benedict:
Hey, baby, I can do what I want! I'm the Principal of the school! And there's nothing anybody can do about it! Dig?
TJ:
What am I gonna do? Play baseball by myself? Watch reruns? Read?
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