Mr. Herkabe: Octathletes, I have news. One of my informers has just reported to me that the science portion of this competition will be based on organic chemistry, so break out your textbooks. We'll start with chapters 23, 24, 42, 44, 45...
Lloyd: Sir? I'm supposed to take a two-hour nap on the bus, or I'll get cranky.
Mr. Herkabe: Of course. Would you like us all to sing you a lullaby, or perhaps, I could wad up my jacket and make a pillow for you?
Lloyd: I have my own pillow, thank you. I just need some help blowing it up.
Mr. Herkabe: I've had it with this bellyaching! If any of you are not fully committed to this team, you are more than welcome to get off the bus right now. Driver, open the doors. [bus slows down] I did not say stop. I said open the doors.