Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn

Dawn: Ow! Ricky: You don't just dump chemicals into a beaker willy-nilly. Dawn: Well, I'm tired of all the waity-waity. Let's get to the dumpy-dumpy. Nicky: Safety first. Goggles. Dicky: Chill. If I wear goggles, how are the ladies gonna see my eyes? Nicky: Goggles! Dicky: Fine. Hey, babe. Let's make science. Ricky: Are we done, children? Can we let the science fair winner-- Dawn: Runner-up. Ricky: It's under review! I have a process, Dawn. Dawn: Well, here's my process. Ricky: Willy-nilly! Willy-nilly! Nicky: Fools! Dicky: Science is awesome. Ricky: Look what you did! Dawn: Me? You're the science fair runner-up! That's what you get for waiting. Nicky: That foam is going to give you rashes! Dawn: Yeah? Well, happy scratching! Anne:: You know. every time I get a call from the school, I keep hoping it is finally that called that says, "Mrs. Harper, your quadruplets are amazing. And they are working together, and they are definitely not having a wet toilet paper war in the handicap stall"

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Madison: I would say this place is awesome, ~but it's not. Dawn: [annoyed] It's the But-er and those snobby country club kids. Madison: Dawn. Dawn: Madison. Spalding: Ricky. Ricky: Spalding. Lacey: Nicky. Nicky: Lacey. Hamilton: Dicky. Dicky: Other guy. Hamilton: [correcting] Hamilton. Dicky: Really? Okay. Hamilton. Dawn: What are you doing here? Madison: We heard you dad opened up a new golf course and we wanted to check it out. Spalding: [looks around] Spaceships, lasers, aliens...this place is like Cirque de Sole Lame in here. Madison: Mini golf's to be played outdoors with wooden windmills and real wind. Ricky: I couldn't agree with you more. Now get out. Madison: Fine. Dawn. Dawn: Madison. Spalding: Ricky. Ricky: Spalding. Lacey: Nicky. Nicky: Lacey. Hamilton: Dicky. Dicky: Guy whose name I still can't remember! Hamilton: [annoyed] Hamilton! Dicky: Hamilton! Why won't that stick? [muttering] Hamilton, Hamilton, Hamilton. Hamilton!

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Dawn: [writing in her diary] Dear diary... Dicky: [walks in] Hey, whatcha doing? Dawn: Nothing. Wait, what are you doing in here? Dicky: Oh, I'm in here all the time, usually when you're not. Dawn: Oh! Get out. Dicky: What's behind your back? Dawn: Nothing, get out. Dicky: Oh, 'cause it said diary and you said "Dear diary." So I figured it was a diary. Dawn: It's not a diary. Ricky: Ooh, you have a diary? Dawn: No. Nicky: Anything in there about us? Dawn: Look, diaries are for private thoughts, like rooms with signs on the door that say "No boys allowed." Nicky: Huh, is that new? Ricky: Yeah, I think that's new. Dawn: No! It's been there since I moved in! Look, I respect your privacy and I would really appreciate it if you would respect mine. Nicky: Don't worry. You can trust us. Ricky: Totally. Dicky: Absolutely. Nicky: Coast is clear. Ricky: We got to find that diary and see what she writes about us. Dicky: No diary, just this weird ear-warmer thing. Ricky: These aren't ear-warmers.

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Dawn: Now we can practice for our sleepover at the history museum. Dicky: Practice sleeping? I can do that with my eyes closed. Dawn: No, practice not sleeping. This is finally our year to go on the big class trip and something epic always happens. And if it happens in the middle of the night, I want to be awake so I can say: I was there when... Dicky: [puzzled] When what? Dawn: It's a saying. Dicky: That says what? Dawn: That says we saw the epic moment that became the stuff of legend. Dicky: When? Dawn: It hasn't happened yet. Dicky: Then how did we see it? Dawn: We didn't, but we're hoping to be there when it happens. Dicky: When what happens? Dawn, Nicky and Ricky: THE EPIC MOMENT! Nicky: Like the year Nick Powell got his pants stuck on the saber toothed tiger and pantsed himself in front of everyone. Dawn: Hey, I wonder what's gonna happen this year. Ricky: Oscar is always sticking his head in stuff. Maybe he'll get it stuck in something at the museum! Dawn: That would be epic. Bu

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Dawn: How did we get this reputation? We are not bad kids. Dicky: Yeah, we're good kids. Ricky: Yeah, we're so good, they could make a TV show about us. Nicky: Yeah. Dicky: Totally. Dawn: Dawn! Nicky, Ricky and Dicky. Ricky: No, it'd be called "Ricky! Dawn, Dicky, Nicky". Dicky: No, it'd be called "Dicky". Ricky: And? Dicky: That's it, just "Dicky". Nicky: You guys are all wrong. It'd be called "Nicky, Ricky, Dicky, and Dawn". Dawn: That's ridiculous. Ricky: Yeah, right. Dicky: Who'd watch that?

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Ricky: Nothing says first day of the new quarter like a freshly laminated schedule. Dicky: Who needs laminating when you got a hand? This period, I have... [looks at his hand] ...Mystery. Dawn: You mean history. Dicky: No, I have no idea what this says. Nicky: Well, the three of us have art class. [puts on a beret] Finally, a reason to wear this beret. Ricky: Plus, art's an easy A. But then again, aren't they all? Dawn: Wow. New quarter, same old Ricky already bragging about his grades. Ricky: To be clear, it's not bragging, it's just talking. Dawn: Well, it sounds to me like trash talking. Ricky: No, this is trash talking: "I'm gonna get a better grade than you in art class, and then I'm gonna brag about it". Ms. Gressle: Pablo Picasso once said that art is a lie that tells the truth. Ricky: [puzzled] What does that mean? Ms. Gressle: Exactly! I believe we all have an artist who lives inside of us, screaming to get out. [screams loudly] So today, I want you to create a piece that expr

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