Mr. Read quotes from Arthur

Hold it! Where are you taking the cereal?

Walter is hungry.

Slam on your brakes! Walter who?

Walter Deer!

Walter Deer? Whoa! D.W., our food isn't good for deer to eat.

Don't worry, Dad, I'm not gonna let him eat it. I'm just gonna get him to come close to me.

D.W., that's not safe, and it's not allowed. You can look at the deer.

But if all I had to do was look, then I might as well be at home watching TV.

This is the deer's home. You wouldn't like it if someone fed you strange food in your home.

I would, if it was a deer.

What do you mean you want me to take D.W. to the race?!

We'll meet you guys down there. We have to drop Kate off at Grandma Thora's first.

Couldn't you get a babysitter or something? She's just gonna blow her whistle at everyone!

Am not! Not unless I see someone who's not being safe.

You have been getting a little carried away with your whistle, D.W.

But I'm just doing what Officer Safety said to do.

He didn't mean for you to be a tattletale, D.W. He just wants you to let people know when someone's doing something dangerous, okay?

I guess.

Good. Now, tomorrow, Arthur, you will take D.W. to the race. And, D.W., you will not bother Arthur.

I'm drowning! Help me!

Toys stay out of the cereal, please.

I'm going to Happy-Crazy-Wow Day with Buster!

Arthur, you're not going anywhere until you clean your room!

But I just told Buster and I promised I'd meet him!

Then you will have to call him back and tell him you will meet him later. You've put this off long enough now. D.W., as soon as you've finished eating, I want you to work on your room too. It's as messy as your brother's.

But that'll take forever! I'll miss Happy-Crazy-Wow Day!

I have an idea! When I was little and my brother and I had chores to do, we had a saying, many hands make light work.

Honey, I'm not...

Hear me out on this. In other words, the more hands you had, the easier the work became.

It does sound kind of cool.

That's the spirit! It'll go more than twice as fast. Trust me. So why don't you start on Arthur's room first? Whoa, whoa, whoa, time out! Do me a favor and just try it. I think you'll be surprised at how well it works.

Let's do this quick. I'm going to be late.

Ewww!

Ooh! Look what I found!

Stop looking like that! You can't read!

I don't have to read to know what this is.

It's a note from Francine.

I knew it! Arthur has a girlfriend! Arthur has a girlfriend! "Dear Arthur, I love you."

It says "Arthur, don't forget to bring your baseball mitt to school on Monday. Francine."

Arthur and Francine! Arthur loves Francine!

I'll take care of this stuff. You go clean up from under the bed.

If you don't love Francine, then why is your face all red? That just proves you really love her! Arthur loves Francine!

MOM!

I'll take care of it. Look, Arthur, it's very simple: the less time you spend fighting with D.W., the faster you'll get to the park, right?

But she keeps bothering me!

Who, me?

Look, if you both work as fast as you can and talk less, you'll be done in no time.

I will if she will.

There. Now, why not see how fast you can go?

The important thing is to really try to work together. It's the only way this will work!

How can we work together when she won't let me put things away?!

Can I say something?

Arthur, D.W. helped you clean your room, so now it's up to you to return the favor.

I have something to say!

But I'm missing Happy-Crazy-Whatever-It-Is Day!

That's not D.W.'s fault! If you'd cleaned your room when you were supposed to, Arthur, you wouldn't have this problem!

[quietly whimpers on the kitchen counter]

[whimpers] Weren't they gonna have to amputake my arm?

No, hon. It's amputate, but not amputake.

[surprisingly shouts] They are gonna amputate?!

Nope. I am in charge, and I'm putting ice on it.

[loudly roaring, shrieking, and crying in pain]

What's the matter?

[restlessly crying in pain] That's cold!

[disappointedly telling Arthur to apologize to D.W. for being hostile] Apologize to your sister.

[withholding to apologize to D.W.] No! She could've apologize to me! I've been working all week on this! I tell her a million times not to touch it!

[bitterly dispirited] You're bad!

[gently scolds Arthur for mistreating D.W., and his deeds] Arthur, this means no TV for a week.

[dismayed] What?! But that was so unfair! [turns away] You didn't even care about what she did to me!

[confusingly telling Arthur that she, and Mr. Read will deal with what D.W. did] We will deal with what she did. But what you did was wrong too.

[misunderstood when overreacted by being harsh to D.W., and gets irritated, and huffs] Humph.

[holds the ice pack on his arm] And the next thing I knew, I was on the ground. It hurt, and it was so embarrassing, and...

Well, maybe this is how D.W. felt when you punched her.

Well, yeah. But what's it got to do with this? Binky Barnes was huge!

[calmly] Yeah, I guess I kind of get it now.

[smiles]

[walks into the dining room where D.W. is waiting] I'm sorry for hitting you.

And I'm sorry for shattering your plane. But what kind of a weak plane doesn't fly?

A model plane?

Well, I didn't even know yet. But I'm just a little child. Just give me a break.

Hey, Arthur. I feel really rotten earlier. I just wanted to apologize.

I just wanna say thank you.

[gets up] Huh... what?

Well, everyone had told me that I was wrong, when I didn't get it. [feels his balls] But... you made me understand how bad I made D.W. feel.

Well, you're very welcome. But I didn't try to help you learn some boring lessons. But it was just an accident.

[points to Arthur] Hey, it's the kid, again, who got hit by Binky, and now lived with him.

Molly

Now you've deserved to be in his club, kid.

[walks to Tough Customers] Actually, there was no club. But I founded it earlier, and now I'm de-founding it. Because any club that makes you wanna do something you don't wanna do was so dumb. Anyone else wanna make something of it?

Um... nope.

Come on, Arthur. Let's go get a soda.

Molly

Oh, man. Now he's got no club. Hmm.

[walks up to them] Do you guys wanna come with us? How about if we just form a new club with no dumb hitting, and all this stuff? And because if anyone does break the rules, I will clobber them.

Wait! You didn't want them to go on vacation and now you're sad they can't?

Yeah. Didn't you see Mom's face? I thought she was going to cry. (A thought bubble with Mrs. Read appears.)

(cries)

[off-screen] DW, that's not nice to Jane is sad!

I guess parents really do need a break sometimes - especially from you.

I wonder if there's some way we could fix this?