"Good shot. Your father told me about what happened earlier, Rick..." "Oh great... Is he going to complain that I'm playing pool, too...?"
"No... But he does mean well, Rick sweetie. He's just worried." "And he doesn't think I'm worried about it, too? If I look at a college requirement one more time I'm gonna blow a gasket!"
"A gasket, huh? Well, I know what would blow off all that steam... The Tickle Monster!!" "Wha-- Mom, that's weird. I'm a teenager now!"
"Oh... Uh, r-right... Right... Sorry about that, Rick sweetie." "Can you just leave me alone, Mom? I still have a game of pool to finish." "Okay, Rick... See you later at dinner, okay?"
Poor Opal trying her best :C













