[Arnold walks in the hallway unaware of Harold hiding under the drinking fountain and steps on his foot]
Sorry, Harold. I didn't see you under there.
That's 'cause I didn't want you to see me, Arnold. I'm hiding.
From Sid and Stinky, and everybody else who saw that stupid jerk Patty beat me at arm-wrestling.
What are you talking about, Harold? Patty's not a jerk, she's your friend.
She was my friend, Arnold, until she beat me.
So, what if she beat you? What's the big deal?
I'll tell you what the big deal is, Arnold. An hour ago, I was arm-wrestling king. And now? Now, I'm just a big wuss, that everybody's making fun of 'cause I lost to a girl.
That's completely ridiculous. I mean, who cares if Patty's a girl? She's a really good arm wrestler. Just tell Sid and Stinky to stop acting dumb.
You're not listening, Arnold! Those guys are never gonna let me live this down. Not unless I beat Patty!
Hey, Harold, what are you doing down there? Hiding from Big Patty?
You're afraid the girl's gonna find ya, and beat you up again?
[school bell rings as they laugh]
See? I told you, Arnold! [sobs] What am I gonna do?
Well, if that's important to you to beat her, I guess you could just practice and work harder.
Practice? What are you talking about?
Please, Patty, please — you just got to help me. You gotta let me arm wrestle you in public and beat you. Otherwise, I'll be the laughingstock of P.S. 118, forever and ever and ever.
I won't let you beat me at arm wrestling, Harold.
How about thumb wrestling?
Oh, come on, Patty, you got to do this for me, because we're friends. And if you don't, Sid and Stinky wouldn't have left me alone. They'd keep bugging me, and calling me names, and giving me lipstick, and my life will be over! [sobs loudly]
Harold, get off the ground, and stop crying. It's pathetic.
[stops sobbing] Okay. I'm sorry.
Look, Harold, if you really want me to help you, then I guess I will, but not by letting you win. I'll help you by showing you my techniques, and then if you are lucky, you just might learn a thing or two, and maybe you'll even be able to beat me in the tournament.
Oh, thank you, thank you, Patty, thank you! You're the greatest! You're the best friend a guy ever had!
Please, calm down, Harold.
Well! Good luck, Patty, and may the best man, or girl, win.
Uh-huh. I was thinking about what you've said, and... Well! You're right— it doesn't matter if I'd lose to a girl, especially as good an arm wrestler and as good a friend as you, Patty.
No problem. Now, look out, because I'm going to give you my best game.
I'll look forward to it, Harold.
[Arnold is carrying "blind" Helga across the street and a taxi cab is speeding towards them]
Arnold, look out for that cab!
[Arnold jumps and they land on the sidewalk]
Whew. Good thing I saw — uh, I mean — smelled that cab coming.
Yeah, you know how it is when you lose one of your senses. The others just kind of kick into overdrive. [sniffs Arnold] Speaking of which, you might want to try a stronger deodorant, Football Head.
Gerald, I think, you're thinking what I'm thinking.
[Gerald whispers something in Arnold's ear]
That's even better than what I was thinking!
