Beverly: Knock-knock!
Principal Ball: Whoa! Saying "knock-knock" is not the same as actually knocking and giving a person time to hide under his desk.
Beverly: I have important Quaker Warden business, Earl.
Principal Ball: Uh-huh.
Beverly: What do you see in this Polaroid?
Principal Ball: A urinal.
Beverly: This is the urinal from the third-floor boys' room. And there is a giant chip in the porcelain.
Principal Ball: How long have you been photographing our urinals?
Beverly: Our boys are princes. Do you really expect them to make pishy on chipped porcelain?
Principal Ball: Which answer ends this conversation?
Beverly: None of them do. And in anticipation of your question, "Where are we gonna get the money for a school-wide urinal reglazing?", the answer is simple. Take it out of Mrs. Montag's salary.
Principal Ball: The Latin teacher.
Beverly: That language is dead. And let's face it, it's only a matter of months before Montag jumps in the grave with it.
Principal Ball: You raise an important point which merits careful consideration. Be right back. [runs out]