Tim: Trouble with the flour-child?
Ron: Keep it down, okay!
Jim: We heard you bought up all the flour at Smarty Mart.
Ron: Shh! Sacky MCMXXXIIII and I are just fine!
(Ron walks over to Barkin to hand in his sack of flour)
Ron: Well, Mr. Barkin, the week's up, and here's sacky...safe and sound.
(Barkin further inspects it)
Ron: What?! But she's in perfect shape!
Barkin: She's sugar!
(The class breaks out in laughter)