All Grown Up!

Edith: Hi, Chuckie. Chuckie: Hi, Edith. Edith: It's... (Dreamily) Edith.

Tommy: Okay, I think you're going to be happy. It turns out there were some kick-butt women in the Revolution. Kimi: Thanks, Tommy. Oh, and duh. Tommy: Yeah.

Lil: Oh, George. It is I, your beautiful, smart, strong, and independant wife. Those nasty Redcoats are getting on my nerves. I say we throw a revolution. Phil: She eats a lot of sugar. Tommy: Uh, Lil, that didn't happen, either. Kimi & Lil: How do you know?

Phil: (As Ben Franklin) A diplomat, a writer dude... Kimi: Oh, Ben, dear... I can hardly see a thing. Could you go outside with, oh, I don't know, a key and a kite, and maybe capture some lightning? Oh, and I'd like to call it "electricity." Tommy: Uh, Kimi, I don't think it happened like that. Kimi: Were you there? Tommy: Uh... no.

Angelica: Now, for phase two, your PR - just leave it to me. In the meantime, study this cool-speak and work on that noise. Chuckie: What noise? Angelica: Your voice.

Lil: (After rehearsing the play) Cut! Thomas, were "the people," by any chance, a chorus of idiots?!

Angelica: Chuckie, I have observed your tragic social skills, but because we've been friends since childhood, I want to make a difference in your life. I'm here to help. Chuckie: Oh, this can't be good. Angelica: Chuckie, you're, well... a gork - those sad few beyond geek. Chuckie: Not helping yet.

Chuckie: Just once, I'd like to know what it feels like to be genuinely popular. Lil: Huh! And what are we, deformed mutants? Kimi: Well, we are "the people." Tommy: Chuckie, we're popular. Chuckie: No, we're normal - except maybe Phil. Phil: Hey...

Tommy: Okay, Chuckie, you're King George. Chuckie: King George? King George! The guy everyone hates?! Oh, sure, let's make Chuckie "Mr. Unpopular Revolting King Guy!" Phil: Shows how much you know. I'm revolting. Lil: Can't argue with the facts.

Kimi: (About her part in the play) Who am I? Tommy: Are you ready? Kimi, Lil, you're... "the people!" Kimi & Lil: "The people"? Tommy: Yeah! They're, uh... important. Phil: You know, "by the people, for the people."

Tommy: Wait 'til you hear your parts, guys. Lil: I love the theater - the lights, costumes, make-up, applause. Phil: Good. Now, how do you feel about a skit in a history assembly? Lil: Hmm... yeah. Well, it is extra credit. Kimi: I don't know. History is so passé. Tommy: Not my version. These guys were cool, real rebels, the original American bad boys. It's going to rock; and I picked you guys over everyone. Phil: No one else wanted to do it, right? Tommy: That, too.

Susie: Remember when we were studying for mid-terms and you were studying for makeovers? You need an "A" - good luck! Angelica: Summer school?! As in no beach? No mall? No 14 hours of beauty sleep? No lying around watching mindless TV? Okay, who needs my talents?

Chuckie: Gorilla vanillio. Angelica: What? Chuckie: Means I'm ready. Just made it up. Angelica: Well, stop it.

Angelica: But I'm willing to make you popular. (Chuckie glares) Angelica: Have I ever let you down? (Chuckie flashes back to his childhood, remembers what Angelica did to him) Chuckie: (Swiftly) No way, no how, no chance, uh, but thanks.

Angelica:Now it's time to work on that noise. Chuckie:What Noise? Angelica:Your voice.

Angelica: Now, your look. Chukie: Oh, no - may I remind you of my ill-fated "Chongo" disaster? The look stays or I walk... or... bounce.