Nancy: Frankie. Can you believe this whole graduation debacle?
Frankie: I know.
Nancy: So now none of the kids get to perform?
Frankie: Wait, what?
Nancy: Oh, didn't you see the e-mail Mrs. Lang sent out this morning? All the parents are talking about it. Some parent whose kid didn't get picked probably went down there and complained, and now the whole thing's off.
Frankie: I'm sure they were just trying to help facilitate.
Nancy: They did a drawing. It was fair. I told Ron I might go down there.
Frankie: Is that a good idea? Maybe it's better that nobody gets to do it. It wouldn't be fair that some kids get their moment in the sun while others don't.
Nancy: Well, I'm just sick about it. Now I have to tell Dotty she can't read the poem she's worked so hard on. It took her weeks to find a rhyme for "aspirations." I don't like to use language, Frankie, but this... stinks! It really stinks!