J: You will not believe what Mom is doing.M: Ballroom dancing lessons? Hot-air balloon classes?

M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm?J: He's just a fiend. We barely know each other.M: Nice, The stuff dreams are made of.

M: Don't go there. Besides, you want to tell me about this prom date? Hmm?J: He's just a friend. We barely know each other.M: Nice. The stuff dreams are made of.

Pumpkins. That's what we resemble--pumpkins, in our orange graduation robes.'This color makes me look so fat,'Angie says, straightening her cap.'Why can't our school have decent colors?''You're not fat,' Michael says, dressed in shirt and tie.You're glowing. Like a nuclear pumpkin.Very attractive, really.