“Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.”

“It's no wonder we're all such a mess, is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it. ”

“Mind, I congratulate you. You jumped me to sex, translated it to aesthetics, and ended with sour grapes. How dishonest can I be? And all because I don't want to go to work. I'll work my head off to avoid work. Come, mind. This time you don't get away with it - back to the desk.”

“Do I attribute my success to hard work, or sunscreen? If you want the truth, maybe you should ask my new albino secretary.”

“There’s no better way to mess up a good cowdog than to let him discover that goofing off beats the heck out of hard work.”

“Excuse me, Ms. Matthews; you are going to be late for class if you don’t get going. Can you read the map, or are you already lost?” the stern voice of the secretary pulled me out of my stupor. “Um, no, I can read,” I said, sheepishly, still unable to take my eyes off the mysterious boy staring back.“Of course, you can read,” she said sharply, snapping my entranced head back to reality. “Now, get to class.”