Stormy:
Hey Curly!

Wedgewood:
Not so loud...do you wanna get me expelled? Curly...

Curly:
Yeah?

Wedgewood:
Do you think you can get in here without being seen?

Curly:
For what purpose?

Stormy:
Don't argue the man's got a fried chicken in here.

Curly:
Hold him.

Stormy:
You're still a pupil?

Wedgewood:
That's right.

Stormy:
Well what kind of a for-crying-out-loud kind of school could you be in?

Wedgewood:
This one, Bristol College.

Stormy:
This is a college?

Wedgewood:
Well, of course, what did you think it was?

Stormy:
I think you better let me outta here. I had all the college boys I want on Saturday nights thank you...tanked up on the two dollar gin.