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..
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:There's this guy I'm kinda interested in. He's cute and sweet and artistic.
Fletcher: Heh-heh-r-re-al-lyy? Chyna: Yeah. Do you think I should ask him out or wait for him to make the first move? Fletcher: Ask him out! Ask him out! Chyna: So, if it were you, you don't think it'll be to forward? Fletcher: No, do it! do it now! Chyna: Okay, okay! Hey Nigel? Are you busy Friday night?
Chyna: I have a boyfriend...and do you know what the specials are in "I have a boyfriend" cafeteria? Because I have a boyfriend, and my boyfriend wants to know. Boyfriend
Fletcher: Wow, I am so embarrassed, I gave you the wrong gift. This ones for my girlfriend. Chyna: You have a girlfriend?
Fletcher: Oh yeah, and that message was for her. You see, I got you a plane that says "Hey look, I got you a plane!". Just like the one I got my girlfriend. Girlfriend.
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'm so sorry. But... 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)
Chyna: (sings) Holy infant, so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace. Silent night, holy night. Shepherds quake- Fletcher:Hey, the death walls are closing, do you think we can skip a few verses?!
Chyna: You're my two best friends. Why would you keep a secret from me?
Olive: Well, that was Fletcher's idea. That's weird, Fletcher had an idea? He never had an idea before! What would motivate you to have an idea? Fletcher: I have no idea!
Olive: Why, he's not cute enough for you? Chyna: No he's cute! Olive: You think he's cute?! He is my boyfriend Chyna, hands off! Now go try to steal him from me! Chyna: Hey Fletcher, I was wondering if you want to go to the movies or something? Fletcher: Sorry, I can't I have plans with Olive.
Olive: Now that you have the look down, we need to work on your flirting skills. Pretend I'm Fletcher.
Chyna: Okay. Fletcher get out of my room! Olive: Flirt with me.
Chyna: Okay... Hey there Fletcher, we've been ignoring this mutual attraction for too long. I think it's time we stop pretending and just go for it. (blows a kiss and winks)
Fletcher: Hey Chyna. New look? Chyna: Haha, yeah. Speaking of looks, you look really good in those orange jeans! Interresting factoid about jeans, or denim duggeries, although orginally designed for cowboys starting in the 1950s, they became popular with- continue on other arm....? Oh, teenagers! Fletcher: Chyna, I see what you're up to.
Chyna: I'm not up to anything! Just the same old Chyna! This is what I'm like!.. Zazzow!
Fletcher: Obviously, you got yourself all gussied up in those come-hither clothes and are whipsering sweet factoids into my ear to impress me! Sorry Chyna, you missed the boat, it's Olive's boat now. I'm the boat!
Chyna: Okay then... good! (tries to leave) Fletcher: (Stops her) You don't have to put on a brave face for me! I know how you feel! Believe it or not, there was a time I had a huge crush on a girl and she didn't like me back.
Fletcher: But her not liking me was the best thing that could have ever happened! I ended up with someone so much better then her! Someone cuter, sweeter, smarter-
Chyna: Well, I bet the first girl was really cute, and sweet, and smart too! Fletcher: No, not really.