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Grandpa
- A grade school diploma. The one thing I've always wanted but never got.
Arnold
- Couldn't you go back to school?
Grandpa
- Oh-ho, I can't do that, Arnold. I'm too old. I've lost too many brain cells to make it through grade school.
Arnold
- You're not too old, Grandpa. And you've still got plenty of brain cells.
Grandpa
- No, not since Woodstock.
Principal Wartz (to a tough Grandpa Phil)
- All right, this is your final warning. Either you straighten up and fly right or I'll be forced to dismiss you from P.S. 118. Report to detention after the final bell.
- Report this, Wartz! (pulls the fire alarm and walks off)
Principal Wartz (resets the alarm)
- That's it! I'm calling his parents!
Grandpa Phil
- I'm gonna run for President. Pookie, you can be my campaign manager. What's our slogan?
- Melts in your mouth, not in your hand.
Grandpa Phil
- Pookie, you're fired. Arnold! You can be my campaign manager.
'Arnold (Sighs)
- Grandpa...
Grandpa Phil
- I want that diploma!
Arnold
- Let's get it!
Grandpa Phil
- Right after my nap!
- Phil
- (to Wolfgang) How about you let me kick, young fella?
- Wolfgang
- (laughing) Aren't you afraid you're gonna fall down and break your hip?
- Phil
- (angrily) My hip is made of rock hard plastic! Watch this! (kicks the ball hard breaking a window, everyone runs off)
- Wolfgang
- Awesome kick, old guy! What's your name?
- Phil
- Phil.
- Wolfgang
- Come on, Phil. Sit with us at lunch, okay?