Debbie: Becoming a little fast and loose with the old fist pump. You're becoming like a fist-pump slut.
Larry: That's a good one.
Debbie: Larry? (snaps fingers to wake Larry from trance)
Larry: I... am going to win... an Oscar.
Larry: (to Larry and Debbie) When I first arrived here, I wanted to win a Nobel prize. But after watching the Oscars, I realized that the Nobel prize is just small potatoes.
Marty: What word did you spell?
Max: They picked the words out of a hat, and I had to spell "Weaver."
Debbie: Oh. So you got in by spelling your last name?
Max: Pretty cool, huh?
Dick: I got into the district spelling bee.
Jackie: Oh, that's wonderful, son. Do you need me to help you study?
Dick: No, thanks. My intellect surpassed yours years ago.
Larry: Care to join me for "The Blind Side"? Apparently it's a heartwarming story of a Southern woman who takes in a giant black child who needs a home.
Jackie: Oh, I remember what it was like to be needed by a child. Though mine's not a giant black. More of a petite ginger.
Larry: We need someone more... camera-friendly, someone who seems like a long shot to win a spelling bee, but is so lovable that you root for him against all odds.
Max: Whoa! (falls off his skateboard) I'm okay!
Larry: Maxwell "Against All Odds" Weaver. I am going to make you a star.
Marty: We're gonna start buckling down on the homework a little more.
Max: Finally some structure. I've been drowning over here.
Larry: I mean, can you even name one Nobel prize winner?
Debbie: That's easy...
Larry: And don't say Nelson Mandela.
Nelson Mandela won a Nobel prize for his work promoting equal rights in South Africa.