yeah.
never opened her up.
who was the girl who kicked me in the head yesterday?
whoa. thanks, uh - wow. uh, hey, alright. okay, uh --
guys! hey, guys! shut up a minute.
well, uh, i think it just really rocks that the football team picked me as their, y'know, uh, candidate.
hey, well, i love you lunch ladies!
i just want to say that there are only three things i want in life - to someday become a senator of this great state.
i want to lead the lincoln high fightin' logs to victory at the homecoming game --
okay, okay.  uh, and i.  i want to go to the homecoming dance with diane weston.
i'm on it, mr. weston.
excuse me, vendela, have you seen diane? we're supposed to go to the homecoming dance tonight.
hold on a minute. hold on. i have an announcement.
me and diane, uh.  we decided we're going to get married.
i don't know.  and what the hell was that sound she made right before she hit the coffee table.
spit from your dad?
yeah.
y'think?
diane, i've loved you ever since i first saw you -- right before you kicked me in the head.
hey, guys? uh, i got diane pregnant.
diane. hold on a minute. i think i know where this is going. i'm willing to put up the papers for my mustang - she's got a few miles on her, but she looks great.
okay! stop twisting my arm! i'll throw in the speakers.
welcome to burger bin. don't get the filet-o-fish - the fry cook picks his ass.
two taco grannnndes, one burrrrrrito, large ta-co chips and guacamooooooole.
we don't really have fried rats in the buckets - i know, i checked.
that'll be. uh, thirty five cents, please.
welcome to dinkie's donuts.
dinkie is a bad, bad man.
y'know what? i'll save you the time. i'm not going to lie. i don't believe in it. if you pick your ass - i'm going to tell people. i have no idea how to run your registers. and, if any of you are hard core drinkers and like to throw knives, well, i'm outta here right now.
yeah.
yeah - well, after football practice.
i'm on top of the world!
hey, di, if we have a girl, we should dress her like little debbie!
but di, all this food reminds me of how much i want to teach our baby.
like cocoa puffs. good. captain crunch. bad. shreds the roof of your mouth. i mean you hear, "tricks are for kids!" and you think, "i'm a kid, i guess they're for me." but your baby brain's got no idea that fruit loops are, like, a million times better. i'm going to save our kid all that pain.
if you could be count chocula, frankenberry or trix the rabbit, who'd you be?
me too! will it ever end?! i love this lady!
but we agreed your job is running the baby machine.
ah! i almost forgot gas for the baby machine. i'll grab your snickers and get a place in line.
hey, di!
hello, i'm the little professor. wouldn't it be cute if ours looked like this?!
i never knew you dreamed of working in a grocery store bank branch. baby, we are living the great american dream!
huh? oh jesus.
why do they call it morning sickness?
she's in my hands, right? moist to the touch. it's at that moment i think i control her - she's mine. but it's a false illusion, like in "backdraft." no man controls fire! she's ready, i'm ready, she's ready, i yell, "one-fifty four, forty eight."
hike!
okay, one question.
the answer's easy.  oh, "lolita" is due tomorrow - same for "9 1. 2 weeks." ditto on "wild things." i'm gonna be a dad! dads don't get horny.
diane?
what the heck is going on here?
diane, there's no excuse for not taking your pre-natal vitamins. now, if you guys were really friends, you'd remind her to take these.
so although their dad said, "don't get out of the car until i get back with help," they knew the sheriff's voice as he yelled. "run to my voice - and don't look back." the twins did as he said, but at the last second they turned around and saw the escaped mental patient, bouncing their father's head on the top of the car! ah! they jumped, diane! they jumped!
oh.  what are you working on?
hee-hee-heee-haaaaa, hee-hee-hee-haaaa, doin' good, sweetie.  hey-hey, let's remember our focal point!
c'mon, don't stop now. we're gonna make it, baby.