Jake: Four more books for my report. Research sure is hard work, but with this many books, I'm a shoo-in for an A-plus-plus-plus.
Adam: Then you'd better get cracking. That report isn't going to write itself.
Jake: Oh, yeah? How would you know? Come on, report, write yourself. Write yourself. Write yourself!
Adam: I recommend actually reading the book. That may help.
Jake: Oh, that may help, all right. Help me fall asleep.
Mrs.Tusk: Ooh, looky here! A present.
Mrs.Tusk: Oh, not again! PU!
[Throws away present]
Adam: Geez, what did you get her?
Mr. Hornbill: Rhino pie. I made it myself.
Mrs.Tusk: My name is *Mrs.* Tusk. Hear me now! Mrs.! Okay? I'm spoken for, ya crazy fool!
Mr. Hornbill: If you're married, where's your ring?
Mrs.Tusk: What are you, a wisenheimer? There's no place for a ring on these fat, fingerless mitts.
Jake: Well, I learned an important lesson from this whole experience.
Adam: What's that?
Jake: Whipped cream doesn't make rhino pie taste any better.