Dick: Tommy. Lookin' good.
Tommy: Dick, feelin' stupid.
Harry: Oh, Dick! You've got money in your shoes. Ooh! You've got money in your shoes. I want money shoes.
Dick: Harry, no, money shoes are for Pickney students and Pickney parents only.
Harry: Oh, rats. [makes a wand appear]
Dick: Tommy, look at this. First in your class. You're a genius. You've made me so proud, son. Is there anything you need? Money? A ride somewhere? Cuff links? Can I build you a darkroom? Anything you want, name it, it's yours.
Tommy: I want to go back to my old school.
Dick: Cuff links it is.