Just One of the Guys1985

[Rick gets on the table in the high school cafeteria to make an announcement]

Rick:
Um, excuse me. Could I have your attention please? Your attention? Every day at lunch, we get a very special treat from a very special guy. A guy who has dedicated his life to building his body, pushing his muscles to the very limits of human endurance. Why, you ask? Why? Well, to be strong enough to lift tables and spill food, Greg Tolan!

[everyone starts cheering and clapping with Rick]

Rick:
Whoa, wait. Let's take a moment to find out a little bit about the man behind the mess. Greg! May I call you Greg? Now, tell us, Greg, how did you get into spilling food, huh? Were you a messy baby? Did you hate your strained peas? Well, you know, how most psychologists tell us that guys, well, they get into body building to compensate for either a lack of IQ, or a small weenie. Which is it, Greg? Well, those of us in Greg's gym class certainly know the answer to that one.

Greg:
I'm going to beat the sh*t out of you, Morehouse!

Deborah:
Greg, please!

Rick:
Hey, isn't he great? Muscles and a sense of humor. Well, let's thank Greg for the many lunchtime thrills and spills he's given us. All right everybody, up! Come on, everybody up! Grab an end of your table! [the kids in the cafeteria go to an end of their table] A tribute to you, Greg. Lift! [everybody in the cafeteria lifts their table, spilling food, including spilling their food on Greg's feet] We love you, Greg!