Now, I want you all to write a 10-page essay on the Louisiana purchase.
Carly
Um, we haven't even gotten to that chapter yet.
Too bad! Sometimes, things happen you're not prepared for!
Carly
But how are we suppose to write an essay on something you haven't taught us about yet?
I don't need your sass, Carly Shay.
Carly
Sass? Look, it's not fair to make us write 10 pages --
Let's make it 15 pages, yeah, that's right! Ow... I'm gonna go get some aspirin. Start reading chapter whatever. [leaves]
Carly
I'm not sassy!
Her boyfriend must have dumped her hard.
No kidding. The lady is losing it.
Carly
Sometimes I'm bold, but I'm never sassy!
Freddie, why aren't you reading chapter whatever?
Oh, um, 'cause I dropped my textbook in the bathtub last night.
Of course. You men are all the same. You lose interest in your textbook and then you just dump it in your filthy bath water!
Carly
Ms. Ackerman, you don't need to yell at Freddie in front of the whole class.
Oh, look! More back talk from the sass master!
Carly
I am NOT the sass master! And it's wrong for you to be mean to Freddie just 'cause your boyfriend broke up with you!
Wow, Carls. Maybe you are the sass master.
Now you go straight to the principal's office!
Carly
What?
Carly
But--
Carly
Why do I--
Carly
Miss--
Carly
Oh...
Oh, hey! I uh, just got the new cable for the-- (sees Ms. Ackerman in her red dress) Whoa!
Carly
...I also said whoa.
Hey, Freddie, what are you doing here?
I was just uh, coming over to help work on the web show... with Carly... WHOA!
Carly
Okay, why don't we go upstairs before you start drooling. (pushes him upstairs)
(while being pushed, he repeatedly looks at Ms. Ackerman) Sick.
Carly
Go!
And if the vote says that we shouldn't be together... [to Spencer] THEN I HATE YOU! AND THE INTERNET! [she angrily takes her purse, opens the door, pushes a small vase on the floor and leaves]
Okay. What was the point of all this? Now she's just gonna be mean and vicious to you guys at school.
Lot of people watch iCarly.
Carly
We make sure certain specific people watch.
[suspiciously] You guys are up to something, and [alarmed] I DON'T WANNA KNOW WHAT IT IS! [runs off]
[camera swaps to Lauren's classroom]
I hope you haven't made any plans for this weekend, 'cause you're all gonna be up to your eyeballs in homework.
Carly
[whispering] Soon.
And today you will write 1,000 words on why men are dirty, rotten, stinktaitious, ungrateful, aw-- [she gets interrupted by FBI Agents]
F1FBI Agent 1
Lauren Ackerman?
Yes? Who are you, people?
F2FBI Agent 2
You're under arrest. [he grabs her hands to handcuff her]
F1FBI Agent 1
For 500 counts of illegally downloading music on the internet.
[the iCarly gang smiles]
F1FBI Agent 1
Yes, we do. Ma'am? [Carly throws the pear pod to him, and he shows it to her teacher] I believe all the proof we need is on this pear pod.
F2FBI Agent 2
And you admitted it last night on those kids' web show.
F1FBI Agent 1
Which we recorded.
Carly
No, we set her up.
[the FBI agents take her away and the class cheers while the iCarly gang high fives each other]
Yeah, we should probably tell principal Franklin that our teacher's been arrested.
Carly
Or we could go ice skating! [the class cheers and pack up as they go outside their classroom]
Carly
Is everybody okay? What was that crash?
We're fine. The elevator just dropped nine floors to the basement.
HHal
Yeah. How would I get down there?
[sarcastically] I don't know. I guess the stairs.
HHal
Can you show me the stairs?
Yeah, if you promise not to fix 'em.
Carly
Did you feel his arm muscles?
Carly
Oh. Well, they're large.
You didn't feel his arm muscles!
Carly
[speaking very fast] Yes, I did, too! He told me that he can beat his dad in arm wrestling, and I said, "No way," and he said, "Oh, no, it's true," and I said, "Wow, you must be really strong," and he said, "Well, I work out a little bit," and I said, "Really?" And he said, "Yeah, you wanna feel my biceps?" And I said, "Sure, I do," and so I felt them, and they felt awesome.
Carly
I have a date with Shane tonight!
Carly
What's that supposed to mean?
Why don't you ask your new helping bra?!
Carly
(gasps) That's it! I'm out of here! (Carly walks out, walks back in) This is my house!
(Sam walks out)
Carly
(defensively) There's nothing wrong with a little help.
This has nothing to do with Consuela!
Carly
Yes, it does! And I'm not leaving this room until you-- (sparks come out of the computer) AH! I'm going downstairs! (she runs, the computer sparks again, she screams and she goes out the door)
Carly... (sparks come out again) AHHHH!
(Carly is sleeping on the Pak-Rat machine after having played it all night)
Carly
(sleepy) Hmmmmmm?
Did you play Pak-Rat all night?
Carly
Mm-hmm. It's so fun.
Yeah. Alright, kiddo. Go on up to bed.
Carly
Carry me. (he does) It's such a fun game.
Oh, man. I got another of those chain letter e-mails from Gibby.
Carly
Well, you better forward it, or you'll have all kinds of bad luck, just like Freddie did.
Freddie didn't have any bad luck.
Carly
What are you talking about?
Carly
What? Wait. His bike falling apart?
Carly
His laptop smoking?
Carly
The pink shorts?
One red sock in his washing machine.
Carly
Okay, what about the spider on his face?
Carly
Hi. I gotta tell you something.
You're gonna tell me that there was no bad luck? That Sam did all that stuff to me?
Carly
How'd you know?
Well, I didn't know when it was my pink shorts and my laptop, but I saw her loosening the bolts on my bike.
Carly
But I thought your bike fell apart while you were riding it?
Nope. I just pretended on that one.
Carly
So, you're not gonna try to get her back?
You mean, do something devious, like send her a fake text message that looked like it came from Gary Wolf, telling her to meet him at the Crown Ridge Mall?
Carly
[chuckles in disbelief] I didn't know you could be so bad.
You squished my trackpad finger!
Carly
That's not something a cool person says.
I don't care! [to Sam] So are you gonna pay us back or what?
I was until I realized how much it'd be.
Carly
How much do you have?
Let's see. [reaches into pocket] I've got... 14 bucks... a double A battery... some string, a fork, and... I think that's an olive.
Carly
The olive's moving.
[grabs a fire extinguisher and bangs the table for a while] ... I got it.