Agatha Caulfield: HOLY CRACKERS?! What?! What do you want?!
Arnold: Are you Agatha Caulfield?
Caulfield: That's right, rat breath. Now get off my property!
Arnold: Uh, Miss Caulfield, my name's Arnold, and I have to do a report of my favorite writer, and that's you! I really love all your books, and if I could have a few words with you, it'll really mean a lot to me. Please?
Caulfield: Alright. I'll give you a few words: *angry again* BEAT IT! SCRAM! VAMOOSE! Stay away from my house, and stay away from me! *slam door*
ARNOLD: As we left the little house by the dairy, we knew we'd always remember what we learned that magic summer. You can find magic everywhere, if you just look hard enough. The end.