Carly: Sam loves you.

*Carly hits Sam*

Sam: Ugh…it’s…kinda true.

Carly: Look, having Sam in your life is like…it’s like owning a wild chimp! Sure, she’s unpredictable, she can go berserk and chew your foot off but…you keep her clean and well fed, she’s adorable and cool and tons of fun.

Freddie: I know, but she…

Carly: She said she was sorry! And…she really meant it.

Freddie: So…’cause I didn’t know what time it was…you ruined my chance to do something amazing that could’ve changed my whole life?!

Sam: I’m sorry. Come on…don’t be mad at mama.

Freddie: Stop it.

Freddie: I didn’t put this stuff on my application.

Mrs. Benson: Well someone did!

Freddie: Sam?

Sam: …Come on, let’s get out of here. We can go point at clouds. …It was 4 months ago, before we started going out!

Freddie: Going to that camp was a dream of mine, and it would’ve helped me get into any college I wanted, why’d you do this to me?

Sam: I was mad at you.

Freddie: For what?!

Sam: Remember…I asked you what time it was…and you said ‘I don’t know’.

Freddie: ‘Name: Freddie ‘Fish-tickler’ Benson’, I didn’t write that.

Carly: This is all my fault.

Mrs. Benson: Just look what you put under hobbies.

Freddie: ‘Robbing banks, pointing at clouds and collecting poop’.

Freddie: Look, I didn’t get into the camp so what difference does it make…

Mrs. Benson: Well no wonder you didn’t get into that camp.

Freddie: What?

Mrs. Benson: Just look at all the outrageous things you put on this application!

Sam: *trying to grab the application* He didn’t need to look at the…thing!

Freddie: Why’d you print out my application?

Gibby: So…Mrs. Benson…what are those papers you’re holding?

Mrs. Benson: Oh…this is just Freddie’s application to that camp he wanted to get into so very badly…but didn’t!

Mrs. Benson: Oh look, you’re all here. Carly…my Freddie…Gibby…and sweet little Samantha Puckett!

*Sam makes a bowing gesture*

*Freddie sighs*

Freddie: We’re here!

Sam: Ready to rehearse!

Freddie: 3 minutes early.

Sam: Not late.