Principal Ball: Well, well, well. Look who heard the siren song of the pickle and came running back home.
Coach Mellor: Mr. March.
Principal Ball: In the flesh. Is your protege ready to bring that hot dill?
Adam: All that stands in the way of a letterman jacket and film school is chopping a backspin to the baseline.
Principal Ball: I hope you play as smooth as you talk. Schernecke! Goldberg, you beat our worst player, you're on the team.
Matt Scherneke: Wait. I'm our worst player?
Principal Ball: Sorry you had to hear it this way, but glad we don't have to tiptoe around it anymore. Go get 'em.