Ms. Dunlap: And now with no further ado, your class historian, Brick Heck, will take you on a magical, musical journey of your years at Orson Elementary. Brick? [under breath] You better blow the doors off this place.
Brick: [to microphone] Memories. I could show you all pictures of your time here at Orson Elementary, but those would be my memories, not yours. So instead, I invite you to close your eyes and picture your own memories. Remember the field trip to the Indiana Dunes in second grade? I don't, but maybe you do. Maybe you had a great time. What about the time that you and your friend and your other friend locked arms on the playground? Boy, you guys are close. And now sit back and enjoy a musical montage of all your best memories, artfully put together in your own imagination, while I hum the tune to the appropriate, if not overused, graduation anthem, "We Are Young" by Fun [hums "We Are Young"] [students giggle]
Girl: Who is that?
Boy: Did we vote for him?
Girl: He's weird.
Frankie: [v.o.] So Brick left elementary school with his reputation intact.
Brick: Nailed it.
Ms. Dunlap: This isn't over. I will hunt you like a dog in the street. [loudly] Well, wasn't that delightful? And now Mimi Millhauser on the flutophone.

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.

Brick: Hey, Mom, quick thing. I need you to take about 200 pictures of my classmates and set them to music in a slide show. It should be touching but not schmaltzy, funny, but without trying too hard. And if you could have it ready Friday morning by 10:00, that'd be great. 11:00 at the latest. Night.
Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Brick. How long have you known about this?
Brick: What's today? Thursday? About... four years.
Frankie: Brick!
Brick: It's not my fault. They should have voted for Jay Gold. I got elected based on one good speech and didn't have the skills to back it up. It's really what's wrong with politics.