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Rex: Ha!
Jade: Dickers.
VP Dickers: Morning, waz-bags. Detention is that way, in the library. Get ready for the worst day of your
lives. [Pointing up the stairs towards library]
[Cat enters.]
VP Dickers: Well, well, its 7:06 AM here in Los Angeles. That means in Australia, it's yesterday. Or
tomorrow.
[Robbie puts his hand up.]
Robbie: You know, in Australia, when you flush the toilet, the water swirls backwards.
VP Dickers: You clowns are gonna sit here all day, and think about why you're in detention.
[Jade spits chewing gum in the air, and Rex catches and puts it in his mouth. Rex chuckles.]
Beck: Why?
VP Dickers: No.
André: Email?
VP Dickers: No!
[Brief pause]
VP Dickers: Phones!
[Dickers holds a box as students get up and put their cellphones in the box.]
VP Dickers: Now, I'm going to put your box of phones right here.
[Dickers puts them on top of the bookshelf. Tori then raises her hand]
VP Dickers: Well if you pre-turds get hungry, there's a big plate of tuna right here! (points to it)
Robbie: Um, technically, sir, if perishable foods aren't kept at either below 34 degrees or above 140
degrees-
VP Dickers: Pipe down, side salad! Eat the tuna or starve! I could care less.
Andre: I think you mean you couldn't care less.
VP Dickers: I don't.
Beck: Well, then you should have said, you couldn't care less.
Cat: Hey, what about the guy who first landed on the moon? He said "One small step for man." I
would've just said "Oh, my god, I'm on the moon!" (Beck smiles)
Jade: Word.
VP Dickers: That's it, West, you just bought yourself another Saturday detention.
VP Dickers: You just bought yourself another one! (Cat yelps and buries her head in her hood)
Tori: Why?
Jade: YES!!
Tori: What?!
VP Dickers: (To Rex) Oh, yeah? I got one for you, too, Fudge Sack! Anybody else? Huh? Anybody?
VP Dickers: You mess with the cow... you get the udders.
Andre: Tacos?
Jade: Our pristine little friend Cat… has never had a taco.
Tori: Well, I might just go online… to the slap… and unfriend you.
Cat: [gasping]
Tori: Two clicks. One to unfriend you and one to confirm. That I really want to unfriend you.
Andre: Hey, come on you all. How are we going to get some tacos?
Tori: I could call Trina, ask her to pick some up and leave them in my locker.
Tori: What?
*Dance*
Robby: A puppet.
Beck: A musician.
Andre: An actor.
Andre: Sincerely. The breakfast Bunch. Even though we never had breakfast as a bunch.