Sporto...

What?

You get along with your parents?

Well if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?

You're an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents well you're a liar too.

[John walks off, but Andrew follows him and pushes him.]

You know something, man? If we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you.

[Bender points his middle finger at the floor]

Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up?

[Bender flips his hand around so he is now giving Andrew the bird.]

Hey fellas... [Brian puts his hands on their shoulders, but they both simultaneously knock them off.] I mean...I don't like my parents either, I don't--I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko.

Dork?

Yeah?

You are a parent's wet dream, okay?

[John pats Brian on his shoulder forcing him to sit down.]

Well, that's a problem.

Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?

Why do you have to insult everybody?

I'm being honest, asshole! I would expect you to know the difference!