Turn around and back up.
- Yes, yes, big improvement.
- Yes.
Okay, Donald, we're ready.
- Oh, Cindy, one last thing.
- Yeah?
My name is Ronald, not Donald.
- Let's do it.
- That's right. Let's do it.
Should I put my collar up?
- Hey, dude!
- Hey, man.
Really?
What's happenin', homes?
If we win a basketball
trophy, put it down there.
- We want ours to be all alone.
- Man, look at...
- Who's the dick with ears? - Oh, yeah,
man. It's that wimp ass Miller guy.
- I don't get it.
- It must be for charity.
- I think that's Ronald Miller.
- No way!
It must be a... transfer.
Wrong, and I think I'm puking.
Hi, Pats, Barb.
- Um, you all know Ronnie.
- Yeah, I think.
Didn't you, like, used to mow our lawn?
Yes, and you have the nicest
pair of rhododendrons in town.
Rhoda who?
- Dendrons.
- I'll see you guys in Home Ec.
Okay?
- What did he say?
- I don't care.
Dig on his shirt.
Well, class, any interesting
experiments this summer?
Uh, yeah, well, uh, I
grew spores and fungi...
in my parents' refrigerator this summer.
Now he's homeless.
- How come you didn't meet me in
the library? - Sorry. I forgot.
First day and all.
- What's with the weird outFit?
- Um, it's a designer original.
- Yeah, how's the new telescope?
- Well, I didn't exactly buy it yet.
A thousand dollars is a great
deal to part with, and I don't...
Mr. Miller, you seem quite
talkative this morning.
Why don't you recite the bones of
the upper appendicular skeleton?
Ooh!
All 64.
Oh, God, John.
You are such a pig.
- God.
- Well...
since you guys are all wimping out,
I'll get to the main issue here.
Cindy, what were you
doing with the lawn boy?
- We're friends.
- Since when?
Excuse me, Cindy. "Friends"? Come on.
Well, what about Bobby?
Yeah, come on. We Just want
some answers, all right?
Guys, why don't you take
a look at my forehead?
Do you see a sign that says "information"?
- Ooh!
- I didn't think so.
- Girl!
- Taste, please.
Hey, come on!
I know that lunch was part of our deal,
but I didn't think it meant the same table.
Well, I thought it would
be a little more believable.
- Yeah, I guess you're right.
Anyway, you did treat. - Yes.
Aren't you in the wrong section?
Losers are to the left.
Then I guess you'll be making a right.
That's the asshole section.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Oh! You need a map, John?
We've only been sitting at
that table for three years.
Well, look. That wimp ass
Miller is parked in our zone.
Lighten up. How bad could he be?
He's with Cindy. Come on.
You all know Ronnie?
Yeah, we were in, uh,
sixth grade together.
Uh, but I haven't seen him since then.
I read in the paper that you and
Ricky will probably make all-county,
maybe even all-state this season.
- Oh, really? You go to the game?
- Every one.
- I never seen ya there.
- I have.
You sit in the visiting
section, don't you?
Yeah, he sits there
to razz the other team.
- It's psychological warfare.
- Yeah!
I almost got my butt kicked three times.
- I'll bet.
- Now that's school spirit.
- Risking your life for the team.
- Yeah.
- I guess.
- Yeah.
Guys, look at this. Ronald's over in
no-man's land, and he's still alive.
What does he think he's doing, Kenneth?
- He must be helping them with
their homework. - Yeah.
First morning in school,
homework? Sure, Ken.
- Great.
- Oh!
God, if my blood sugar level was any
lower, I'd be a corpse. Thanks for stopping.
No problem. I stop here every day anyway.
- Why didn't you eat lunch?
- I don't know.
I guess I Just get
nervous around those guys.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi, Cindy.
-John.
Now is your chance. Okay,
why don't you go over there...
and invite them to come
over here and Join us, okay?
- Good idea.
- Okay.
Okay.
- Hey, guys, come on over.
The pizza's on me. - Whoo!
All right. Whoo!
- Come on. Don't.
- Man!
- Oh, come on, you guys.
- Give me that.
Dude. Thanks, Ron.
It's okay.
Oh, come on.
F-6, okay. Got F-6.
- Hey!