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- Then later in class, Harold answered the bonus question that I was about to answer. Harold stole the question from me! Another injustice.
- No fair! He let me answer that question!
- Curly, you let Harold answer that question.
- (Behind the lockers)
- I think Curly's finally snapped.
- No kidding.
- (In the bathroom)
- You guys, Curly's snapped. He's throwing kickballs at Principal Wartz. My kickballs!
- (In the halls)
- Hahaha. It's finally happened. Our demented Curly has gone over the edge.
- (In the halls)
Peapod Kid
- Curly? Snapped? How terrible. Terribly sad.
- (In the library)
- There's a grand brouhaha outside Principal Wartz's office. LET'S GO!
Curly (throwing a ball at Mr. Simmons)
- Save your new ageisms for the saps, Granola Boy!
Curly
- Here's Curly!
Principal Wartz (To Curly)
- Okay, what are your demands?
Curly
- My demands? I, I want two Yahoo sodas and, and a meatball sub!
Principal Wartz (To Mr Simmons)
- Kids playing Hardball!
Harold
- What happened?
Helga
- Any Bloodshed?
Mr Simmons
- Absolutely not! We resolved this in a peaceful manner.
- Alright son, come with me!
Curly
- Hey! I thought we've worked it all out! Remember Principal Wartz, sensitivity!
- Hah! I'll give you sensitivity, i'll give you a weeks worth of sensitivity everyday after school!
Curly
- I opened the front door to PS 118, and everyone walked in past me just assuming I was the doorman.
Stinky
- Well, he was just standing there, so, I went in.