Ms. Dunlap: Hi there, Brick. How's my favorite class historian doing?
Brick: Actually, there's been a little hiccup with the photo montage, but the good news is, you'll have an extra 15 minutes to play with at the assembly.
Ms. Dunlap: Oh, well, these things happen. [chuckles]
Brick: Oh, I knew you'd understand.
Ms. Dunlap: But they don't happen to me. Now you listen to me. And you listen good, you little punk. You're gonna do the job you were elected to do four years ago, or I will turn you inside out and wear you like a hat. Ha. I know everyone thinks the vice principal's a joke. I hear the whispers. I don't like it when people whisper about me, Brick. Got it?
Brick: Got it. [whispers] Got it. [gasps; normal voice] Sorry! [whispers] Sorry. [normal voice] I can't stop whispering! [whispers] Whispering.
Ms. Dunlap: This photo montage is the only thing the Principal doesn't have her stinkin' paws all over, and if you mess it up, I will make your life a living hell. I have connections in middle school, and I can make sure you get the smelliest locker and the meanest teachers and extra gym.
Brick: Oh, no.
Ms. Dunlap: Oh, yes. [school bell rings] Well, anyway, I can't wait to see your presentation, dear.