Barry Quote #1216

Quote from Barry in Quaker Warden

Barry: Welcome to Revenge 101, a master class in destroying your enemies.
Murray: This is already the greatest regret of my life.
Barry: All comments will be taken after the presentation.
Murray: Just get to it.
Barry: Lesson 1... get BUFF.
Bill Lewis: But that would take a lifetime of diet and exercise and a zest for life that your father clearly doesn't have.
Murray: Yeah, yeah, yeah, what he said.
Barry: No, the "B" is for "Bother."
Erica: Sure, teach what you know.
Barry: The "U" is for "Undermine." You need to spread gossip, gossip, gossip, gossip.
Bill Lewis: Is he a genius or a halfwit? I can't tell.
Barry: "F" is for "Fibbing." A gentle lie can work wonders.
Murray: Get to the last "F" so I can go back up to my chair.
Barry: And the final "F," of course, is for "F.L.O.R.F."
Bill Lewis: Sakes alive! Is that an acronym within an acronym?
Barry: Please, I don't even know what an acronym is.

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Adult Adam: [v.o.] Back in the '80s, my mom was at school as much as I was. She berated our principal, terrified our teachers, and embarrassed us with endless pop-ins. But I was finally a senior, which meant our time at William Penn was winding down... or so I thought.
Adam: Welp, this is my stop. A fine day to you, madame.
Beverly: Not so fast, mister. You have to pay the full fare. Beep boopity boop. Okay, that'll be three butterfly kisses and a head sniff.
Adam: You know what? Have at it.
Beverly: What? You never let me just have my way with your neck meat.
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Beverly: Well, a win's a win. Now, bring that luscious noggin over to Mama. What the hell?!

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Adam: Mom, you left the car running and the door open.
Beverly: I'm not going anywhere until these ugly-ass snickerdoodles are out of my face.
Principal Ball: Whoa! Mrs. Goldberg, these are the new freshman moms. It's time to pass the torch.
Beverly: Or I take that torch and I burn this school to the ground.
Principal Ball: Beverly, Adam is a senior now, and with no other offspring at William Penn, that means, hallelujah, your time is up.
Beverly: Fine, these frumpy cows can handle the bake sale. I'll just, uh, organize the blood drive again.
Principal Ball: Well, we're going with licensed nurses this year. I never want to have to write the words "missing blood" on an insurance form again.
Beverly: Then I'll grab a yellow vest and be the crossing guard.
Principal Ball: I fear that the parents and faculty would be too tempted to run you over.
Adam: And don't forget all the kids who can drive.