- Principal Lewis: Yep, looks like the pottery class is coming in. Perhaps we should relocate as I am not legally permitted to be within 100 feet of the instructor, or more specifically, her sugary sweet ass.
- Roger the Alien: Here's a condom. Don't use it. Do what I do. Pretend to put it on, then hide it in your poop cannon.
- Principal Lewis: Hey, can I get another one of those Stephen Hawking pills where my mind's working but my body ain't? Maybe I'll write a book while I'm out. Call it "A Brief History of Fine". Be about Diana Ross. Yeah...
- Jeff: Here, take the whole bottle.
- Principal Lewis: Great, see you all in twelve hours.
- [eats pills and collapses]
- Principal Lewis: Fire up the cloud car, Lando - I'm coming to visit!