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Phoebe (jumping on her bed)
- I get to go to the sixth grade! I get to go to the sixth grade!
- Phoebe
- Hello, I'm Phoebe Heyerdahl and I've just been promoted from the fourth grade.
- Mr. Frank
- I suppose you think that makes you special or something... Grab a seat...
- Mr. Frank
- Now which one of you special people is going to grace me with your presence up here at the black board... How about you Maria...?
- Maria
- Gosh, I'd love to sir, I really would. Only... I think Phoebe had her hand up first.
- Mr. Frank
- Whatever, I just need a body...
Helga
- Sheena, what is this junk?! Where's my burger?! Where's my double chocolate milk with the two bendy straws?!
Sheena
- But a health food plate is much more binding.
Helga
- I don't need "binding", Sheena!
Sheena
- It's okay, Helga. I know all about your gastrointestinal disorder, what with your constant trips to the bathroom and all.
Helga
- That's it, Granola Girl! You're dismissed! And take this health crap with you!
- Helga
- Criminy! I'm running out of stooges!