Fred Tate: My first grade teacher, Miss Nimvel, told Dede that I never paid attention. That I was probably retarded, and that I had a very limited future as a citizen of the United States. Then a week later, she said I should probably skip second grade, maybe even skip elementary school altogether.
Damon: You see, Fred, it isn't the size of a guy's IQ that matters. It's how he uses it.
Jane: Damon? How many fingers?
Damon: Orange.
Fred Tate: Dede says I don't have dad. She says I'm the immaculate conception. That's a pretty big responsibility for a little kid.
Jane: Now Fred, these chores are your responsibilities. And for every week that you do them correctly, we'll do something fun like go to the symphony or rent a nice documentary.
