Jamie: I guess we've questioned everyone in class. We still don't have a suspect.
Vicki: Yes we do.
Jamie: Hi Jessica.
Jessica: Hello Jamie.
Vicki: (Grabs Jessica's hand) What's your favorite color?
Jamie: Vicki, not Jessica!
Jessica: Let go of my hand!
Vicki: What's your favorite color?
Jessica: Well if you must know, it's pink.
Vicki: Ha, ha, ha.
Jamie: See Vicki, she's telling the truth. Come on.
Vicki: Did you ever steal a history test?
Jessica: What?! Of course not!
Vicki: Ah-choo! Ah-choo!
Jamie: Vicki, obvious... Hey you sneezed. Jessica, you did steal that test didn't you?
Jessica: How dare you accuse me of stealing! I would never dod such a thing.
Jessica: You've got a lot of nerve.
Jamie: Jessica, I was hiding in the classroom. I saw you.
Jessica: But I like a guy with nerve, loverboy. (Runs her fingers through Jamie's hair)
Jamie: Vicki, I think I can take it from here.
Vicki: Okay, loverboy. (Runs her fingers through Jamie's hair)
Jessica: Jamie, if you were to turn me in, it'd be very embarassing. But you know I'd hate to be embarassed.
Jamie: I do, I do.
Jessica: On the other hand, if you were to do something noble like say take the blame yourself, then I could go steady with you.
Jamie: (In a light squeaky tone) Steady? (Clears throat)
Jessica: Of course, I've always had a thing for men with blue eyes. (Blows a kiss)
Jamie: Mine are brown, but why quibble?