Clifford Peache: What does your dad do?
Ricky Linderman: He watches T.V.
Clifford Peache: Will you be my bodyguard? I'll pay you fifty cents every day. I'll do your homework for you. I'm pretty smart.
Ricky Linderman: He was only 9. I practically raised him since he was 2. Drive you crazy! Tell him to sit down, he'd stand up. Tell him do his homework, he'd read a comic book. Couldn't eat food without spitting it at you. A real shoplifter too. Go through a store, half of it'd wind up in his pocket. He was a good kid. A real handful, though. Poor little guy... poor little guy.
Clifford Peache: Moody, you're such a bastard.
Ms. Jump: Welcome to your sophomore year.
