Ms. Morello: Well, Chris, you did it. I thought you had about as much chance of working with the football team as Boy George does of joining Quiet Riot, but you did it!
Adult Chris: [v.o.] And oddly enough, so did Boy George.

Chris: Wait a minute. So that means that I gave the lasagna with no weed in it to T.J.
Adult Chris: [v.o.] That would be correct.
Greg: So if that went to T.J...
Chris: Who's got the lasagna with the weed in it?
[in the Principal's office:]
Ms. Morello: [sings] The tide is high, but I'm holding on Feed me some more lasagna. Mmm

Adult Chris: [v.o.] After searching every class, I figured Ms. Rivera could only be in one place: The teachers' lounge. Teachers may have been boring in class, but the teachers' lounge was a whole other thing.
Beatnik Poet: Kids I hate these kids These damn kids Who needs them? I guess I do Damn Kids
Ms. Morello: Chris, what are you doing here?
Chris: I'm looking for Ms. Rivera. I need to talk to her.
Ms. Morello: This is the teacher's lounge. It's not for students.
Beatnik Poet: Now, Ms. Morello.
Ms. Morello: Oh. I'm up next.