Paige: Ninth grade, my date is orange and I'm sporting a screaming sunburn. Tenth grade, our limo driver, Jim Boy Jed the criminal, delievers us in a cop cruiser. Eleventh grade, it gets worse. Happed up on painkillers, I arrive with a date who doesn't like girls on the special bus! Hello everyone! Happy prom! This is so perfectly festive!
Jimmy: Are you finished?
Paige: No. My armpits hurt!
Hazel: More than your armpits will hurt if you don't shut your pie hole! I wanted this to be special for him and all you can do is whine!
Marco: Uh, if the tantrums been thrown...
Hazel: One more thing. Manny stepped up and ran the Spirit Squad for you while you were too self-involved! All she wanted was a thank you, but could you give her that? Oh no!
Paige: She was horrible to me!
Hazel: But can you tell me why you had to be more horrible back? Why you always have to be more horrible?
Manny: You made me be the mascot.
Paige: You made me look stupid.
Manny: You took credit for my work!
Paige: You got Matt fired!
Manny: YOU... I don't remember, but you started it!
Paige: I'll keep going! You stress me at Spirit Squad! You make me look like full fat spaz!
Manny: You know what? Shut up! You're just jealous.
Hazel: More than your armpits will hurt if you don't shut your pie-hole.