Trip with the Teacher

Bobbie:
[whispering] Look at that Al, he looks like some kind of freak!

Bobbie:
Well gang, here we are. Right smack dab in the middle of nowhere. At least a whole day's walk to the nearest boy.

Julie:
If that's all you can think of, Bobbie, then why did you come on this trip?

Bobbie:
My mother insisted. Hey listen - don't tell me you never think about boys.

Julie:
Don't be absurd, Bobbie, of course I do.

Bobbie:
Then you know there is a difference between the boys and the girls!

Pam:
Just what are you getting at, Bobbie?

Bobbie:
The truth! Just tell it like it is - truth.

Julie:
Nothing wrong with that.

Tina:
My, my. Sounds like regular group therapy.

Bobbie:
Aw, not at all. At least I'm honest about what I do.

Julie:
You're hopeless, Bobbie, absolutely hopeless.

Pam:
I think there's another word for it.

Bobbie:
What do you mean?

Pam:
Well, if I have to explain it, it wouldn't be worthwhile.

Bobbie:
Come on. We've all had it - and loved it.

Pam:
Not all, Bobbie. Regardless of how square, how unnatural - how hypocritical - not all of us have had it.

Bobbie:
Do you mean to tell me that we actually have a virgin among us?

Pam:
There are probably more than you'd care to know about. You see, some of us were raised by parents who stressed the teachings of the Bible.

Bobbie:
Please, I can't take it! Would you get off that crap? Either you like it or you don't. It was meant to be used, not to just sit on.

Pam:
That's all very understandable if you're talking about dogs.

Bobbie:
Are you calling me a b*tch?

Pam:
That's right, you're just a horny little b*tch! [Catfight begins]