[first lines]
Yolanda Pratchert: Malcolm, would you sign my yearbook?
Malcolm Frink: I'd be happy to.
Yolanda Pratchert: Whoa, this isn't like you, Malcolm. Usually, you're so...
Malcolm Frink: Negative about these sort of things?
Yolanda Pratchert: Well, yeah.
Malcolm Frink: Really, it's the least I can do for my fellow classmates.
Yolanda Pratchert: Wow, this is a side of you I've never seen, Malcolm.
Malcolm Frink: Especially since I'm only charging five dollars per signature.
Yolanda Pratchert: What?
Malcolm Frink: Well, I thought of charging ten, but being the last week of school and all, I'm easy.
Yolanda Pratchert: And why would anyone pay five dollars for your signature?
Malcolm Frink: Look around. I'm the only student that will achieve any kind of fame after we leave this dump. And in the years to come, a Malcolm Frink signature will be worth thousands.
Yolanda Pratchert: I don't believe this.
Malcolm Frink: Of course, but then, who will want to sell it? It'll become a family treasure, something to pull out of the nylon bag to show the grand kids. See, kids? Grandma really did go to school with the great Malcolm Frink.
Yolanda Pratchert: Listen up, Frink-lips. I want my yearbook signed by ALL my classmates - even the arrogant jerks like you. I'm not paying a penny. Hear? Now sign it! Or the great Malcolm Frink won't make it to his senior year.
Malcolm Frink: Yes, Ma'am.
Yolanda Pratchert: Write something nice.
Malcolm Frink: Yolli, I don't really know you that well, but you seem to be a really nice girl. Have a cool summer. See you next year. Malcolm Frink.
Yolanda Pratchert: Thank you, Malcolm.