Eighth Graders

Sam (in headphones): la la la la la la la la la. (yelling) Whoa, this is just like Nirvana.
Mike: Will you shut up?
Sam: "Burn it up, burn it up." My mom has no idea what's on this disk.
Todd: Shut up!
Sam: I like this new CD. I mean like everyone who is cool has it.
Todd: I don't.
Sam: Well you're not cool.(yelling) Man, that 8th grade guy thinks he's so cool.
Mike: Quiet, fool. He'll hear you.
Sam: What?
Todd: Yeah, yesterday he lit a match on his teeth and burned Mike's hair.
Mike: Man, 8th graders stink! They act like they are the boss of the world. Next year they'll be 9th grade scum and we'll kick some booty.
Sam: We'll be the baddest.
Todd: Yeah, 8th graders stink but like when we get to be 8th graders then 8th graders won't stink anymore.
Mike: Yeah. We'll be cool.
8th Grader: Excuse me, children. Were you just talking about 8th graders?
Sam: Uh yeah. 8th graders are so cool.
Todd: Yeah. We'll never be as cool as 8th graders. They rock.
Mike: Please don't hit me, sir.
Sam and Todd: Yeah, please don't hit us.

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