Original subtitles

Helga: ARNOLD!

( barking )

HEY, ARNOLD!

( glass shatters )

( girl shrieks )

Helga: HEY, ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

ARNOLD!

[Captioning sponsored by THE U.S. DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION

and NICKELODEON]

AR-NOLD!

MOVE IT, FOOTBALL HEAD!

Kids: HEY, ARNOLD!

Man: BACK IT UP A LITTLE MORE.

CAREFUL THERE.

WHAT DO YOU THINK, BOYS?

IT'S A 40-FOOT KIELBASA.

FOUR DAYS TILL THE FOOD FESTIVAL.

THE NEIGHBORHOOD'S REALLY INTO IT.

HERE'S YOUR BADGE, OSCAR.

YOU'RE A JUDGE IN THE EATING CONTEST.

AND I GET TO EAT EVERYTHING I WANT, RIGHT?

SURE, NO PROBLEM.

SO, BOYS, I HOPE

YOU'LL BE AT THE EATING CONTEST, TOO.

COURSE THEY WILL.

THEY'LL BE THERE SATURDAY NIGHT

WITH BELLS ON.

I DON'T GET IT.

WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?

WHY HAVE AN EATING CONTEST?

OH, YOU'LL WIN FOR SURE, SHORT MAN.

IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

NO ONE IN OUR LINE HAS EVER FAILED

TO DISTINGUISH THEMSELF IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD EAT-OFF.

IT'S A FAMILY TRADITION?

IT SURE IS!

I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING.

( Grandpa laughs )

WINNING THE EATING CONTEST

WAS THE PROUDEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

IT WAS THE GREAT EAT-OFF OF 1929.

MY FATHER HAD TRAINED ME FOR WEEKS.

Man: FINAL ROUND, EATERS READY

GRAB YOUR FORKS AND...

EAT!

( all cheering )

FATHER, YOU HAVE TEARS IN YOUR EYES. WHY?

BECAUSE I'M SO PROUD OF THE WAY YOU EAT, SON.

SO YOU SEE, ARNOLD

EATING MASS QUANTITIES OF FOOD IN AN ARENA

WHILE A CROWD CHEERS YOU ON

IS IN OUR FAMILY'S BLOOD.

I DON'T KNOW, GRANDPA.

COURSE YOU DO.

AN EATING CONTEST IS NOTHING BUT FUN.

I LOVED IT WHEN I WAS A KID.

YOU'RE A KID, YOU'LL LOVE IT, TOO.

PLUS, I'VE TAKEN BETS FROM EVERYONE.

A LOT OF MONEY RIDING ON YOU, BOY.

BUT, GRANDPA...

BUT NOTHING.

GET SOME REST.

IT'S AFTER 8:00.

REMEMBER, YOU'RE IN TRAINING.

NOW, OFF TO BED, NOW.

NIGHT, ARNOLD. ( chuckling )

SO GRANDPA TELLS ME

THE WHOLE HISTORY OF THIS EATING CONTEST.

SOUNDS LIKE YOU'RE IN, HUH?

I GUESS SO.

HE REALLY WANTS ME TO WIN.

HA, YOU CAN'T WIN.

I CAN EAT WAY MORE THAN YOU CAN.

LOOK!

( gulps )

WATCH THIS, HAROLD.

( Helga laughing )

YOU GUYS ARE ALL PATHETIC.

YOU CALL THAT EATING?

YOU HAVE NO CHANCE.

THE CONTEST SATURDAY IS ALREADY WON.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

I MEAN THE GUY I'VE GOT MY MONEY ON.

I'M TALKING ABOUT SEYMOUR.

NO ONE CAN OUT-EAT HIM.

SEYMOUR? WHO'S THAT?

HE'S ONLY AN EATING LEGEND, HAIR BOY.

WAIT A MINUTE!

I KNOW MY LEGENDS

AND I NEVER HEARD OF A KID NAMED SEYMOUR.

WELL, THEN, I SUGGEST YOU GO OVER

TO P.S. 119's NEIGHBORHOOD AND ASK AROUND.

ANYBODY KNOW WHERE WE CAN FIND SEYMOUR?

SEYMOUR?

YOU MEAN THE DISPOSAL?

All: THE DISPOSAL?

WHAT DO YOU THINK WE'RE LOOKING AT?

HE'S RIGHT IN THERE.

HO-HO, THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD.

( sneering ): OOH, I'M THE BIG HUNGRY DISPOSAL.

( laughing )

( snaps )

( slurping... )

Man: THEY SAY HE'S ALWAYS HUNGRY

KNOWS HOW TO PACE HIMSELF

AND...!

THERE'S A RUMOR THAT HE HAS TWO STOMACHS!

( snaps )

I PITY THE POOR SUCKER

WHO THINKS HE CAN BEAT HIM.

( laughing like a maniac )

WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?

( laughing )

( tires squeal )

Gerald: YOU STILL WANT TO GO THROUGH WITH THIS?

Arnold: I DON'T KNOW.

I'M NOT SURE WHAT TO DO.

I'LL GO TALK TO GRANDPA.

GRANDPA?

GRANDPA...

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS EATING CONTEST

AND I HATE TO DISAPPOINT YOU, BUT...

( mumbling )

...ARNOLD, BE IN THE CONTEST.

( snoring )

...WIN THE CONTEST, IT'S MY FONDEST WISH.

( mumbles )

I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT, BOY.

EAT, OH, EAT!

OH, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, BOY.

I CAN'T LET HIM DOWN.

IT WOULD REALLY HURT HIM.

( cackling )

OH, BOY, MY FAKE NAP PLAN WORKED PERFECTLY.

HEY, ARNOLD?

IS THAT YOU LURKING?

I WAS DEAD ASLEEP.

I'M JUST WAKING UP.

HEY, IT'S TRAINING TIME FOR THAT EATING CONTEST.

WHAT DO YOU SAY, SHORT MAN?

OKAY, GRANDPA, LET'S DO IT.

NOW REMEMBER, PACE YOURSELF AND... GO!

( munching )

GO, ARNOLD, GO!

EAT THROUGH THE PAIN.

( gobbling )

STUDY HOW HE DOES IT, ARNOLD.

PACE YOURSELF, SWALLOW OFTEN

JUST LIKE ABNER.

( retching )

MMM...

IT'S LOBSTER BISQUE.

MMM.

( retching )

WELL, THERE'S NOTHING LIKE

A DOUBLE DELUXE ICE CREAM SUNDAE

TO CELEBRATE YOUR SUCCESSFUL TRAINING.

TOMORROW'S THE BIG DAY.

BETTER GET SOME SHUT-EYE.

NOW, WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING

YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT FOOD

LOTS AND LOTS OF FOOD.

( door closes )

( siren wailing in distance )

( dog barking )

Grandpa: WAKE UP.

WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

OH, A DELICIOUS HERRING SANDWICH.

I'D OFFER YOU SOME

BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE A SINGLE BITE

UNTIL THE CONTEST.

NOW, UP AND AT 'EM.

IT'S THE BLOCK PARTY FESTIVAL OF FOOD

FIESTA DAY!

Man: WHAT ARE YOU DOING, OSCAR?

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A JUDGE.

THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING.

I'M JUDGING THE SHISH KEBAB.

( laughing )

SAY, UH... WHO'S THE FAVORITE

IN THE EATING CONTEST, OSCAR?

WELL, PERSONALLY, I LIKE THAT SHRIMPY KID.

I'M BETTING ALL MY MONEY ON HIM.

MAMA LEONE!

MMM... MAN, THIS IS GOOD.

YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT SOME?

GRANDPA SAYS ALL I CAN HAVE IS WATER

TILL THE CONTEST BEGINS.

OOH, BY ODIN'S BEARD!

WHAT I SAW, BOYS.

NOT A CHILD AT ALL, I TELL YOU

BUT SOME KIND OF, OF, OF...

EATING MACHINE!

I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT.

OH, YOU MEAN THE DISPOSAL?

THERE'S NO WAY YOU CAN BEAT HIM, ARNOLD.

YOU'LL DIE.

MAYBE THIS NO-GOODNIK NINNY'S

RIGHT FOR ONCE, ARNOLD.

MAYBE YOU'D BETTER GIVE UP.

NO, I WON'T GIVE UP.

I'VE GOT TO WIN THAT CONTEST.

THERE'S THE HONOR OF OUR NAME.

PLUS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN DAYS

I'M REALLY, REALLY HUNGRY.

NOW YOU'RE TALKING, SHORT MAN!

OH, THAT FOOL.

THAT BRAVE LITTLE FOOL.

ARE ALL THE COMPETITORS HERE?

( munching )

( all gasping )

OKAY, REMEMBER THE ONE RULE:

EAT AS MUCH AS YOU CAN

TILL YOU CAN'T ANY MORE.

READY?

( ringing )

THE ANNUAL EATING CONTEST

HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN.

BRING IN THE FIRST DISH.

TACOS FROM EL PATIO.

MMM, I LOVE THIS CONTEST.

I LOVE EATING!

WAIT...

OH, I THINK I ATE TOO FAST.

OH, OH, MY BELLY HURTS!

( screaming )

MOMMY!

HE JUST TOOK TWO BITES.

( bell ringing )

GRANDMA'S STUFFED BELL PEPPERS.

( all slurping )

WHAT DID YOUR GRANDMA

STUFF THESE WITH, FOOTBALL HEAD? SOCKS?

HEY, HEY! THAT RECIPE WAS A SECRET.

SOUVLAKI

FROM GINO'S SOUVLAKI STAND.

( cheering ): COME ON!

( ringing bell )

MRS. JOHANSSEN'S SPECIAL CAESAR SALAD.

( all gasping )

MY OWN ENTRY:

A DELICIOUS GARLIC KIELBASA, ROLLED IN CABBAGE.

PACE YOURSELF, ARNOLD.

EAT THROUGH THE PAIN.

Judge: ONLY ARNOLD

AND SEYMOUR REMAIN.

( all cheering )

YEAH!

COME ON!

JUST ONE MORE DISH AFTER THIS.

YOU'RE DOING GREAT!

( ringing bell )

AND NOW THE FINAL STAGE:

DESSERT.

( all gasping )

ICE CREAM FROM THE JOLLY OLLY MAN.

I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT, ARNOLD.

I'VE REACHED THE END, GRANDPA.

I HAVE LIMITS. I'M ONLY NINE.

NINE-YEAR-OLDS LOVE CAKE.

ARNOLD, REMEMBER FAMILY AND TRADITION.

AND THE 50 BUCKS I BET ON THIS.

WOW, I CAN'T BEAT THAT.

YOU REALLY ARE THE DISPOSAL.

HOW ARE YOU FEELING?

( burps )

I THINK HE'S FEELING

PRETTY GOOD.

( belching )

( all gasping )

( gasps )

YOU DID IT, ARNOLD!

Judge: NOT YET, GERALD.

TECHNICALLY, ARNOLD HAS TO EAT

ONE BITE OF THAT CAKE TO WIN.

JUST ONE BITE, ARNOLD, ONE BITE!

All ( chanting ): ONE BITE, ONE BITE, ONE BITE...

OKAY... HERE GOES.

Crowd: ...ONE BITE, ONE BITE, ONE BITE

ONE BITE, ONE BITE, ONE BITE...

( all cheering... )

( camera shutter clicks )

( laughs ) YOU DID IT, SHORT MAN!

I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!

( hiccups )

ARNOLD, THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION.

LOOK, I SAVED HALF

OF THIS MORNING'S HERRING SANDWICH.

GRANDPA, I NEVER WANT TO HEAR

THE WORD "FOOD" AGAIN.

WELL, THERE'S MORE FOR ME, THEN.

( engine becoming louder )

( kids chatting )

Helga: CRIMEY. LOOK AT RHONDA.

SHE THINKS SHE'S PRINCESS

OF THE BUS.

( clears throat )

EXCUSE ME, BUT...

CAN WE DO A MIRROR CHECK?

NO OFFENSE, BUT YOU BELONG IN BACK

WITH THE OTHER GEEKS-- AND TAKE

YOUR GEEKY GLASSES WITH YOU.

Eugene: YOU MUST BE NEW ON THIS ROUTE.

THE FRONT SEATS ARE ONLY FOR THE COOL KIDS.

( hitting bump )

( tires screeching )

UH-OH. EUGENE'S GETTING CARSICK AGAIN.

( retches )

( moans )

( weakly ): I'M OKAY.

Wartz: Attention, fourth graders

( bell ringing )

please-- What? "Re..." I need my glasses.

Oh, "report." Please report to the nurse's for eye exams.

Woman: MY NIECE SHEENA IS IN YOUR CLASS.

DO YOU GIRLS PLAY TOGETHER?

NO OFFENSE, BUT WE'RE NOT IN THE SAME CROWD.

I SEE. READ THE THIRD LINE PLEASE.

"E..."

UH, NO, NO. "F."

AND THEN, UH, A "P"

OR AN "R."

GOSH, YOU CAN'T READ

ANY LETTERS, CAN YOU?

POOR DEAR.

YOU NEED GLASSES NOW.

( gasps )

BUT THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

NOBODY IN MY FAMILY WEARS GLASSES.

THEN YOU'LL BE THE FIRST.

I'LL NOTIFY YOUR MOTHER.

LOOK, I CAN'T POSSIBLY WEAR GLASSES.

GLASSES ARE FOR NERDS.

THEY'RE NO BIG DEAL, RHONDA.

I WEAR THEM AND I DON'T

LOOK HALF BAD, NOW DO I?

( quietly ): OH, NO!

( gasps )

Woman: RHONDA, JUST ACCEPT IT.

YOU CAN'T HAVE CONTACTS YET.

WE BOTH CAN'T BE UPSET.

HELLO, IT'S BROOKE CALLING FOR BUCKLEY.

IT'S A FAMILY EMERGENCY.

THEY'RE CROOKED.

WHY ARE ALL THESE FRAMES CROOKED?

EVERY SINGLE ONE!

( whispers ): MOTHER, WHAT IF

MY EARS ARE CROOKED?

BITE YOUR TONGUE, YOU WRETCHED GIRL.

BUCKLEY, DEAR, WE'VE GOT SOME TRULY DREADFUL NEWS TODAY.

I'M STILL REELING.

OUR SWEETHEART NEEDS

( whispers ): GLASSES.

TAKE THEM OFF.

YOU'RE UPSETTING ME.

I WANT TO TALK TO DADDY.

I HATE MY LIFE, DADDY!

WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAPPEN TO ME?

I'M SO UNLUCKY!

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, RHONDA.

WE'RE IN PUBLIC.

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT, BUCKLEY?

DARLING, YOU'RE FIRST-RATE.

DADDY'S BUYING YOU A PONY.

FEEL BETTER NOW?

WELL, A LITTLE.

HOW ABOUT THIS PAIR?

THEY ROB YOU OF YOUR BEAUTY.

THEY SIMPLY DO.

( engine humming )

( screeches to halt )

( all gasp )

CRIMEY! IT'S THE GEEK FORMERLY KNOWN AS

PRINCESS RHONDA LLOYD.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

EXCUSE ME. MIRROR CHECK?

NO OFFENSE, BUT

YOU'RE DEFINITELY BACK OF THE BUS MATERIAL.

TAKE THAT BACK.

( Sid mimicking siren )

GEEK ALERT! GEEK ALERT!

All chanting: BACK OF THE BUS!

BACK OF THE BUS!

( laughing )

GEEK-A-LLOYD!

GEEK-A-LLOYD!

( laughter continues )

I LIKE YOUR GLASSES, RHONDA.

THEY REMIND ME OF MY AUNT'S.

PLEASE DON'T SPEAK TO ME.

WANT TO BORROW MY NEW POCKET PROTECTOR?

I'M PRETENDING I'M NOT HERE.

IT'S NOT SO BAD IN BACK, RHONDA.

EVERYBODY'S REAL NICE-- WE HAVE FUN.

( Brainy breathing loud )

OH, I'M GOING TO BE SICK.

IT'S OFFICIAL.

8:15, MY LIFE IS OVER.

Sheena: AUNT SHELLY, RHONDA SAID

THE BUS RIDE MADE HER SICK

AND SHE CAN'T GO TO CLASS.

I GET CARSICK EVERY MORNING.

BUT ONCE WE STOP MOVING AND I STOP THROWING UP

I FEEL BETTER.

WELL, THAT'S VERY DIFFERENT.

BUT THANKS ANYWAY, EUGENE.

THESE CRACKERS SETTLE MY STOMACH.

THEY MIGHT HELP YOU FEEL BETTER.

NOTHING CAN MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

WEARING THESE AWFUL GLASSES.

IT'S NOT FAIR-- I'M THE COOLEST GIRL IN CLASS.

I GIVE THE BEST SLUMBER PARTIES

AND HAVE THE MOST STYLISH CLOTHES.

RHONDA'S ALL ABOUT STYLE.

THEN, OVERNIGHT, I TURN INTO A GEEK?

AND KIDS LIKE YOU AND SHEENA

ARE FEELING SORRY FOR ME?!

BECAUSE OF THESE HORRIBLE GLASSES.

I CAN'T TAKE IT!

OH, POOR DEAR.

IT'S A LOT OF PRESSURE

BEING COOLEST GIRL IN CLASS.

I KNOW-- WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE

I WAS THE COOLEST GIRL IN CLASS.

( screams )

( sobbing ) NO!

NO!

( bell ringing )

Rhonda: I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY MADE US WATCH

THAT DUMB HYGIENE MOVIE.

COULD YOU EVEN SEE THE SCREEN?

YOU DIDN'T HAVE YOUR GLASSES ON.

I DON'T NEED TO WEAR GLASSES ALWAYS.

RIGHT. I GUESS YOU SAT

IN BUBBLE GUM ON PURPOSE?

( gasping ) I'VE BEEN WALKING AROUND

WITH GUM ON MY SHIRT?!

NADINE, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!

( laughing )

( crash )

OW!

OH, MY NOSE!

IS IT BLEEDING?

( yells ): AGH!

DON'T WORRY. THIS HAPPENS TO US A LOT.

PLEASE DON'T TOUCH ME, SHEENA.

I'M NOT ONE OF YOU.

Wartz: Attention, the Student Health Committee meeting

is canceled due to illness.

THAT BAND-AID BLENDS NICELY

WITH YOUR SKIN TONE, RHONDA.

( growls )

HOW THE MIGHTY ARE FALLEN, HUH, PHOEBES?

POOR RHONDA-- NEXT, SHE'LL WAKE UP

WITH BIG BUCK TEETH

AND START READING COMPUTER MAGAZINES.

CUT IT OUT, HELGA.

I NEED NO FAKE SYMPATHY.

I'M STILL A TRENDSETTER.

YEAH, RIGHT. I SUPPOSE GLASSES AND BUBBLE GUM

ARE THE LATEST FASHION ACCESSORIES?

OH, AND I LIKE THE TOILET PAPER TRAILING OFF YOUR SHOE.

IT'S SO... CHIC.

( laughs )

WHAT?

( crunch )

OH, MY GLASSES!

DON'T WORRY. WE CAN FIX YOUR GLASSES.

IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME.

CURLY, GIVE ME THE DUCT TAPE.

( creaks )

HMM...

THAT'S WEIRD.

THESE GLASSES KEEP TILTING.

ARE YOUR EARS CROOKED, RHONDA?

IT'S OFFICIAL.

11:48. I AM NOW A TOTAL GEEK.

Wartz: A reminder about lunchtime, students.

Uh, lunchtime is for eating.

That's eating-- chewing, swallowing...

digesting your foodstuffs

not throwing it at each other.

This is proper conduct...

YOU CAN SIT AT OUR TABLE, RHONDA.

I DON'T NEED YOU TO FEEL SORRY FOR ME, ARNOLD.

( utensils clinking, general conversation )

( crash )

CAREFUL, RHONDA.

THIS TABLE IS REALLY OLD.

THEN WHY ARE WE SITTING HERE?

GOOD TABLES ARE ALWAYS TAKEN.

WE GOT TO PUT CARDBOARD UNDERNEATH HERE.

( laughing )

THIS IS SO PATHETIC.

GOT THE BALL, BRAINY?

YEAH.

GREAT. WE HAVE ENOUGH TO PLAY FOUR-SQUARE.

CURLY'S SAVING US A COURT.

WE CAN'T PLAY WITH THAT BALL.

IT'S TOTALLY FLAT.

WELL, THAT'S THE ONLY REASON

THEY LET US KEEP IT.

HMM! WHY DID WE LET

THE OTHER KIDS TAKE CUTS

ON OUR COURT?

CURLY WAS SAVING IT FOR US.

IT'S OKAY. THEY PROBABLY DIDN'T SEE HIM.

PEOPLE DON'T NOTICE US GEEKS.

WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO PLAY WITH THAT.

WE DESERVE A GOOD BALL LIKE EVERYBODY.

EVERYBODY CAN HEAR YOU.

GOOD, I WANT THEM TO.

WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO SIT AT THE WORST TABLE

IN THE CAFETERIA, EITHER.

AND WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THE BACK OF THE BUS?

WHY SHOULD WE HAVE TO GET THROWN AROUND

LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES?

WHY, US, WHY? DON'T GEEKS HAVE FEELINGS?

IF YOU TICKLE US, DON'T WE LAUGH?

IF YOU PRICK US, DON'T WE BLEED?

SHE'S RIGHT.

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN THIS WAY, RHONDA.

HOW CAN ONE KID CHANGE IT?

THEN YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

IF RHONDA LLOYD HAS TO BE A GEEK

THEN THE GEEK RULES HAVE TO CHANGE.

ARE YOU WITH ME?

WILL WE FIGHT THIS INJUSTICE TOGETHER?

I DON'T KNOW-- NOBODY REALLY CARES WHAT WE THINK, RHONDA.

THEN IT'S ABOUT TIME, EUGENE.

IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU SHOW THE OTHER KIDS

THAT BELOW THAT PENCIL NECK OF YOURS BEATS

A BRAVE HEART.

AND YOU TWO--

DON'T LET ANYBODY PUT YOU DOWN.

BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE.

YOU'RE SO BRAVE, RHONDA.

YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF THE GEEKS.

( chanting ): QUEEN OF THE GEEKS!

QUEEN OF THE GEEKS!

QUEEN OF THE GEEKS!

( screeches to halt )

( coins clinking )

I'M SITTING IN THE FRONT. MOVE OVER.

I DON'T THINK SO.

LET'S ASK THE MIRROR.

MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE BUS

IS SHE A GEEK, OR ONE OF US?

GEEK.

( laughter )

I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

I LIKE IT FINE RIGHT HERE.

( all gasp )

I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, YOU KNOW.

NOW JUST GO.

IT'S A FREE COUNTRY.

I CAN SIT WHEREVER I WANT.

NOT ON THIS BUS.

YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.

I'M NOT MOVING.

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

COME ON, GET IN THE BACK.

UH...

I'M NOT GOING.

WHAT?

I'M TIRED OF

SITTING IN BACK, AND

TIRED OF THROWING UP.

YOU TWERP!

LEAVE HIM ALONE

AND GO SIT DOWN.

I'M NOT SITTING DOWN TILL YOU MOVE.

I'M RHONDA WELLINGTON LLOYD

AND I DON'T HAVE TO MOVE FOR YOU OR ANYONE ELSE.

I DEMAND MY RIGHT TO SIT ANYWHERE I WANT

ANY TIME I WANT.

AND THESE OTHER GEEKS--

I MEAN, KIDS--

CAN SIT ANYWHERE THEY WANT.

RHONDA'S RIGHT.

NOBODY SHOULD MAKE ANYBODY ELSE

FEEL BAD ABOUT WHO THEY ARE OR HOW THEY LOOK.

LET'S GET RID OF GEEK SEATS

AND LET EVERYBODY SIT WHERE THEY WANT.

( all cheering )

THIS IS OUT OF CONTROL.

( breathing loudly )

HEY, YOU.

YOU MIGHT NEED THIS.

TOUCHE, EUGENE.

( screeches to halt )

NICE FRAMES, RHONDA.

THEY FOLLOW THE DELICATE CURVE OF MY CHEEK.

HI, RHONDA.

EXCUSE ME, BUT WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

THERE'S ROOM FOR BOTH OF US--

LONG AS IT'S NOT AN EVERYDAY THING.

LIKE MY GLASSES?

I HAVE THEM IN THREE DESIGNER STYLES.

ONE'S FOR DRESSIER OCCASIONS, BUT THESE

ARE MY KICKY, GIRL-ON-THE-GO PAIR, FOR EVERYDAY.

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