[Veronica working on her car, with the hood up, because it stalled, Dick, Beaver, and Logan walk up.]
Uh-oh, someone's got their eye on that Miss White Trash title.
Beaver
Yeah, and making a solid effort in the talent competition, but I'd like to see that car up on some cinder blocks.
I know... "Guys, come on! The talent is making a grilled cheese sandwich on the engine block." "Guys, come on, you can't put your car up on blocks in the yard if you don't have a yard."
[She grabs the pocket knife Logan is using to cut his apple, and uses it to cut a tube in the engine and hooking it up to some other part of the machine.]
You know I think I can do both sides of this little act now.
[Turns the key and the car starts.]
So how 'bout next time you don't bother; I got it covered.
[Throws Logan's pocket knife back to him, and shuts the hood of her car]
Pay me in cash, I ask no questions. Just tip me off when you're going public.
Beaver
You know, I think that might be illegal.
Still... you're admiring my moxie, aren't you?
Beaver
Something like that.
Beaver
[sighs] Okay, look, so you know quadratic equations, right?
Do I look like someone who knows quadratic equations, huh?
Beaver
I'm just trying to see what you already know.
Zero! You want your car fixed? Teach me.
Beaver
Okay, okay. All right, look, so this equation right here, what do you think we should do first?
Am I a five-year-old girl, huh? Lay it out for me, dawg, c'mon! Make me understand.
Beaver
Okay, okay! Okay, so let's say that you and your buddy wanna buy a 12-pack of a certain item, say, like, uh, spark plugs for "X" dollars, and you wanna find out how many of another item, like, um, I dunno, like oil, that you can get for the same amount. Except oil is "Y" times as much -
If this is your idea of terms I'll understand, I'm going to kill you. Or myself. It's a toss-up. Screw it, man. I'll just cheat.
Beaver
No, look... but what about my car?
You know power buffers, right? Well, let's say your door panel is a summer home, right, and you need to clear out the south lawn to make a tennis court, so -
[from next table over] F-O-I-L. That's all it is. First, Outside, Inside, Last. All algebra - it's just the formula.
Now can you teach me that?
You'll still fix his car?
Okay, say you and your buddy buy a 12-pack of spark plugs... [Weevil glares] I'm just kidding.
[Mac is marking Weevil's work.]
Okay, you put another "X" on that paper, and we're gonna have a problem.
I'd put little smiley faces, but I don't know if that's gonna sell "wrong."
Beaver
I told you you went too fast on balancing equations.
Beaver
You plowed right through! I didn't even understand what you were talking about.
Beaver
What, you're saying you're smarter than me?
No, I wasn't. Here's what that would've sounded like: "I'm smarter than you." Hear the difference?
Beaver
You don't really believe that.
Then why did I get it tattooed on my hip?
Beaver
If this what you need to do to feel better about yourself...
[to Weevil] If I get you an A, will you shiv him?
Hey, I got an idea. How about you two geniuses go work out your aggression in some coat room and then come back here and teach me algebra, huh?
(Mac and Beaver grin at each other)