Mo, can we talk about this?
There's nothing to talk about. Give me your lunch or I flatten you.
Sister Rosita said I shouldn't let anyone bully me.
What are you gonna do about it, you little ferret?
You're in the sixth grade and I'm in the fourth. This is wrong.
Welcome to real life, altar boy. Now hand it over.
It's just chicken salad with loads of mayo. You hate mayo.
I'm hungry. That is all you need to know.
Can I keep the Saltine crackers?
Keep them. Better be a damn pickle included.
Oh, here comes Sister Rosita.
Hello, Sister. Isn't this a great day?
Yes it is, Maurice. How are you today, Joey?
Just fine, Sister. I was about to share my lunch with Maurice.
Christ loves you, Joey.
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