Recess: School's Out

Mrs. Finster:
Hey, teacher! Leave them kids alone!

Gus:
Ninjas! Why did it have to be ninjas?

Becky:
Like, I am so through with him, Melissa. He asked me if I spoke French, then winked at me.

TJ:
Uh uh uh. I got copies. Now either you give me a ride or this baby hits the internet.

Ashley:
Got off our planet, alien scum!

Vince:
Now that right there. That was messed up.

Benedict:
All those years, I still thought about you. How you embarrassed me! How you humiliated me! How you destroyed my relationship with Muriel Finster, the only woman I ever loved!

TJ:
That part still grosses me out, sir.

Principal Prickly:
Shh.

Principal Prickly:
I'll let you in on a little secret, Detweiller. Every adult you've ever known was a kid at sometime in his life. You think we don't remember summer vacation? Riding our bikes down the creek. Catching polliwogs in a jar. Camping out under the stars. Well you're wrong! Sometimes I sit there in my office, looking out at you kids in the playground and I think, "They don't know how good they got it. In a few years, they'll be grownups like me and all those good times will be memories for them, too". So go ahead. Put a whoopie-cushion in my chair. Put fake vomit on my carpet. Make fun of my "big, saggy butt". But don't ever say I don't care about summer vacation, 'cause those memories are the last part of childhood I got left.

Principal Prickly:
You sure this gonna work, Detweiller?

TJ:
Come on, Mr. Prickly. Don't you watch old spy movies? This trick is pure gold. (To guard) Uh, Mr. Benedict wanted to see us about a very important matter.

TJ:
Ruuuun!

King Bob:
I, King Bob, as my last official act before entering middle school, hereby anoint this boy here King Freddie the second.

King Bob:
May you boss around all of the kids with fairness.

Mrs. Finster:
I'm stuck! Curse these bodacious hips of mine!

Ashley:
Hey, remember that summer after the second grade when we went down to the pond every day to catch minnows?

Gretchen:
Or how about that summer we all carved our initials in that big tree in the Wilson's backyard?

Vince:
And Spinelli spelled her's wrong.

Ashley:
Hey, I was seven. And "S's" are tricky.

Ashley:
What's your problem? This is the first summer you've lived here.

Gus:
I know, and I'll never have any of those memories.