Mona: I don't really know what happened. I mean, first, they were playing, then they were bleeding. I tried to stop it. (holding out her hand) Tony, could you take a look at that, too?
Tony: You too, Mona?
Mona: Yeah, that Welling kid's tough.
Angela: Richard Welling? He's such a nice-looking boy.
Mona: Not anymore.
Angela: What am I gonna tell his mother?
Mona: Well, what about… "Nyah nyah nyah nyah-nyah nyah, nyah nyah nyah"