Lizzie McGuire2001

Miranda:
[walking over to Lizzie, who is putting her notebooks in her locker, with Gordo] Hey.

Lizzie:
[turns; closes locker] Oh, hey. I was thinking since we can't go to the movie this weekend, we should go to Mount Rushmore mini golf. [Gordo makes a face with a sound effect]

Miranda:
Miniature golf? Is that the dorkiest thing you can think of? How about the sci-fi convention?

Lizzie:
[defiant] Hey, I like miniature golf, okay? You're just still mad about your fourth-grade birthday party when I set the course record for the windmill. [pictures with sound effect ensue]

Larry Tudgeman:
[walking with friend toward the friends' direction] I can't believe I'm saying this, but Vesuvius is actually better than Star Wars. [turns to his locker]

Friend:
I've seen it four times. And I still can't figure out how they do that thing with the lava.

Larry Tudgeman:
[looks sideways with a sly look on his face] I'm not watching the lava. I'm watchin' the slave girls.

Friend:
Yeahhhhh. [Larry then turns to Lizzie]

Larry Tudgeman:
Ooooh, Lizzie. [growls; Lizzie is grossed out]

Gordo:
Okay, new plan. We tell our parents we're going miniature golfing when instead, we go and see Vesuvius.

Lizzie:
[incredulous] Okay, so you're telling me to lie to my parents?

Gordo:
No, I'm asking you to make a last-minute change in plans in advance.

Miranda:
Mmmhmmm. That sounds reasonable to me.

Lizzie:
[slight nod, haltingly] Okay. I'll try. But I don't think it's gonna work.