Becca: Mrs. Hayfer, the lunch ladies are fighting again!
Mrs. Hayfer: What is it about sloppy joe day that makes those women so violent? (she leaves) Helga? Helga?!
Josh: What are the lunch ladies fighting about?
Becca: They're not really.
Josh: Then why'd you tell her they were?
(Drake walks in)
Drake: Thank you, Becca.
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Taylor: (To Josh, shouting over his headphones) Hey, did that ointment make your rash go away?
(Everyone snickers)
Josh: A little louder, I don't think they heard you IN AUSTRALIA!
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Drake: Why does the principal wanna see me?
Josh: He doesn't.
Drake: I love you!
Josh: I know!
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Josh: We're making our own cooking show.
Drake: What's it called? The Iron Boob?
Megan: (As she walks by) My joke.
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Josh: We're making our own cooking show.
Megan: What's it called? The Iron Boob?
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Mrs. Hayfer: Oh, and Drake, guess what?
Drake: What?
Mrs. Hayfer: I hate you.
Drake: I know.
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Mr. Hayfer: Hi, I'm Gerald Hayfer. My wife is your teacher.
Drake: That's right.
Mr. Hayfer: She hates you.
Drake: I know.
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Josh: I've just been watching Oprah... I mean football.
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Megan: So you faked pancreas trouble to make Josh feel good?
Drake: That's right.
Megan: You are sick!
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Drake: Would I lie to you?
Mrs. Hayfer: Let me think. Yes.
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Mrs. Hayfer: Josh, please take Sammy to the nurse.
Josh: We don't have a nurse here-
Mrs. Hayfer: (yelling) To the nurse!
Josh: Come on, Sammy! (runs)
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