Crocker: Okay students, hand me your French reports about the moon to me.
Crocker: (at AJ) F!
Crocker: Timmy, for once you get an A+!
A.J.: What? Do you even know French?
Crocker: No. Why ask?
A.J.: My report on the moon was absolutely French, you give me an F. Timmy's report was totally gibberish, you give him an A.
Crocker: Timmy's fault!
(Students start growling at him)
Timmy: Hey! What gives?
Timmy: Je voudrais un zumo de fruta varsagod.
Wanda: I would like it more if you you weren't speaking Fre-span-edish!
Timmy: Mi scusi?