Fletcher: I'm an artist. For a project, I'm sculpting the entire class in beeswax.
Chyna: Well... they're beautiful! Fletcher: You're beautiful. Chyna: (Gives him a puzzled look) Fletcher: I mean, your music's beautiful! Chyna: But you've never heard me play..
Fletcher: I know... Y-you see... I... (Pretends to be a statue)
Chyna: Now let's go get our party on! (Climbs out the window)
Fletcher: (Turns toward the beeswax sculpture of Chyna) Hey beautiful.. Chyna: Let's go!
Olive: Where's Chyna? She's supposed to be helping me with this.
Fletcher: How should I know? It's not like I sewed a GPS transmitter to the lining of her backpack so I can track her every move. Olive: Sorry I asked... Fletcher: Although, if I were to guess, she would be here in 3... 2... 1..
Chyna: Is that a a statue of my head made out of gum?Fletcher: If it was, would you it was awesome and be flattered? Chyna: Actually, I'd think it was gross.
Fletcher: Let me get that for you, my lady. (pulls out Chyna's chair for her)
Fletcher: Oh nothing... we Quimby's are known for our charm and grace
Fletcher: So here we are. I can't remember the last time we were alone together. You know just the two of us.
Chyna: It was really nice of you to suggest this study-Fletcher: Date
Chyna: Session. So... should we start with- Fletcher:Slow dancing? Chyna: Math... Fletcher: Oh.. sure.. math is good (pulls out container with strawberries and pulls off the lid and throws it away)
Fletcher: Lets say I have five chocolate covered strawberries. And I feed you one. How many would I have left. (doorbell rings)
Fletcher: Give it up Chyna. They obviously love each other. I guess the heart wants what the heart wants. Chyna: You're right! That's perfect!
Chyna:So there's this boy I like. Chyna: He's sweet and artistic...
Fletcher: Heh-heh-r-re-al-lyy? Chyna: Yeah. Should I asked him out or wait for him to make a move? Fletcher: Ask him out! Ask him out! Chyna You wouldn't think I was coming on to strong? Fletcher: No, no ask him out, ask him out now! Chyna: Okay. Nigel?
Chyna: I have an idea. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner!
Fletcher: We quit school and get married? Olive:Ooh! Can I be the bridesmaid? Chyna: How would that even help us? Fletcher: Married people live longer! Olive: Statistically, he is correct!
Chyna: Yes, I'll go out with you. Fletcher: What? Chyna: I wanna go out with you! Fletcher: Oh. I was expecting fireworks... Chyna:Well, those things just don't happen in the real world
(fireworks go off)
Chyna: We need to get "Principle Granny" out of here. We need to think of a plan. Fletcher! Are you even listening to me?!
Fletcher:Oh yeah! I just can't move my neck. Or feel anything below my chin... Chyna:Fletcher, I think you should quit. Fletcher: Oh no! But I just got my white belt. Chyna: They only gave you that because they didn't want to see your robe open. Oh I have an idea! And I'm gonna need your help.
(Puts her hand on his shoulder)
Fletcher: Chyna, your problems solved. I fed the alligator.
Chyna: What are you talking about? The chickens right here with me? Fletcher: I fed it the other chicken. Olive: What other chicken? Fletcher: The water chicken. Olive: The water chicken? Fletcher: Yeah, you know with the webby feet? Chyna: You mean the duck?! Fletcher: What ever it's called, I'm not a uraligust!
Chyna: Fletcher, that duck was a scientific miracle! The worlds only talking duck!
Chyna: Horrible! Olive's so mad, so won't even talk to me! Fletcher:What's the horrible part? Chyna:The horrible part is, I hurt my best friends feelings because I ate that stupid serum that makes me tell the truth! Fletcher:Truth serum, huh? So, are you madly in love with me? Chyna: No. Not at all.
Fletcher: Good news Chyna, looks like the truth serum wore off.
Chyna: I don't know what to do! I can't find Madame Goo Goo anywhere!
Fletcher: Why don't you check in the supply closet? That's where you always go when your trying to avoid me. Chyna: Oh... you caught onto that? Fletcher: Yeah but don't worry! You'll never walk alone. Because I'll be hand-cuffed right beside you.
(Fletcher shows his arm which is hand-cuffed to Chyna's)
Fletcher: Don't worry Chyna. I'll take care of it. You have Fletcher Quimby's word that people will get a Madame Goo Goo preformance tommorow. Chyna: Thanks Fletcher. Hey, and while your out looking for her, do you mind taking Mr. Wimpers for a walk?
Fletcher: Who's a good designer, who's a good designer?! (runs off with Mr. Wimpers)