Brian: Hey, Ricky. How's it going?
Ricky: Not good, thanks to you.
Brian: What are you talking about?
Ricky: You told on me, didn't you?
Brian: About what? I don't understand.
Mr. Brown: Okay, class, find your seats.
Ricky: Never mind.
Veronica: How can you live in such a small house?
Ricky: I think it's just fine.
Ricky: We need some crayons.
Ricky: Can I borrow your crayons?
Rachel: Here. I called Brian yesterday.
Ricky: We're not friends anymore.
Rachel: Why not?
Ricky: He got me in trouble with Mom and Dad.
Rachel: No, Ricky. I told them.
Ricky: You told Dad I wasn't at Brian's?
Rachel: Yes, because you lied.
Ricky: Oh no. Brian!