Abby Hagyard: Valerie Prevort, Librarian, Grandma, Aunt Pookie

Quotes 

• Valerie Prevort : VAL

  [to Adam and Alasdair as they mop the bedroom floor] 

  Valerie Prevort : And after you finish in here, I want you to wash the kitchen floor and vacuum the living room, then I want the garbage painted. Now hurry up.

  [she exits] 

  Alasdair Gillis : Boy, Adam, your mom sure is strict.

  Adam Kalbfleisch : MY mom! I thought she was YOUR mom.

  Alasdair Gillis : You mean, you don't live here?

  Adam Kalbfleisch : No, I just came to deliver the paper.

  Alasdair Gillis : Then why'd we stay?

  Adam Kalbfleisch : Hm. I guess it's because we never get a chance to clean up like this at home.

  Alasdair Gillis : Yeah, isn't it great?

  Adam Kalbfleisch : Yeah.

  Alasdair Gillis : Well, by the way, how do you paint garbage?

• [Alasdair and Christine are playing car on a bed when Valerie enters] 

  Valerie Prevort : Christine? Guess what, dear. You're getting a new little brother.

  Christine McGlade : Mom, that's great!

  Alasdair Gillis : The three of us will have so much fun!

  Valerie Prevort : No, you... you don't understand, Alasdair. I didn't say we're getting ANOTHER little brother...

  Valerie Prevort : [back to Christine]  ... I said you were getting a NEW one.

  [Valerie steps back intot he hallway] 

  Valerie Prevort : Come here, dear. There we go. This is Adam.

  Valerie Prevort : [laying hands to Alasdair]  I'm taking this one back. He never worked anyway. Last week it ATE the garbage instead of taking it out.

• Alasdair Gillis : Can I please borrow three dollars?

  Gramma : What?

  Lance Prevort : Hey, w-w-watch it, Alasdair. If I'd asked your gramma for the loan of three dollars when I was a kid, she woulda grabbed me by the ear and dragged me around the room tellin' me her life story.

  Gramma : [chuckling]  Oh, now, Lance, you are a one.

  [Lance and gramma chuckle] 

  Gramma : Here you are, grandson - one, two and three. Have a good time. You don't have to pay me back.

  Alasdair Gillis : Thanks, Gramma. Thank you.

  [Alasdair exits] 

  Lance Prevort : Boy-oh-boy! How times have changed, aye? Heh-heh-heh.

  Gramma : Oh, well...

  Lance Prevort : Hey, Mom? Ma, could you, uh, let me have three bucks?

  Gramma : [disbelieving what she's hearing]  Could I let you have have three bucks?

  Lance Prevort : Yeah.

  Gramma : [disapprovingly]  Look it here, young man. Do you think that money grows on trees.

  Lance Prevort : Oh, no. Oh, no.

  [Gramma grabs Lance's ear and starts leading him around the room, tellin' him her life story]