Maria:
"Come on, spill."
Miles:
"What's to spill, Maria? I love baseball. Mrs. Peck said I can come in here and check out this old mitt again. It's a classic."
Maria:
"Yeah, right, and I invented Swiss cheese."
Kyle:
"Oh, cool, Maria. Can you pick me up a few pounds for free at..."
Maria:
"Stop. Talk to the hand, Kyle."
Miles:
"Besides, who's gonna know?"
Mrs. Peck:
"Just the three of us."
Mrs. Peck:
"Great. Now I'll have to give 'em the group rate."
Kyle:
"Where are we?"
Miles:
"The March on Washington."
Maria:
"The March on Washington? That can't be. It was 1964."
Miles:
"63, but who's counting?"
Miles:
"Maria, speak to me! Say something!"
Maria:
"Something! Are you happy now?"
Kyle:
"Following you dorks was a major mistake. I guess that's what happens when you read science-fiction comics on the toilet all the time."
Maria:
" I think I'm gonna lose my lunch, and I haven't even eaten it yet."
Mrs. Peck:
"I'm not planning on standing here until my retirement kicks in."
Miles:
"When you're living in color, sports and entertainment are the only sure bets for making the big time."
Mrs. Clark:
"I'll tell that to General Colin Powell."
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