Boy: Where's O'Malley?

Girl: He got detention again. He gave Ms. Quackenbush a real screwy look.

Boy: Is that all?

Girl: Well, when the old crone asked him what he was thinking about, he told her he was picturing her getting hit by a cartoon bus.

Boy: That's O'Malley, always saying what everyone else is thinking. So what're you doing here?

Girl: Well, I was thinking I could pitch in his place.

Boy:But you're a girl, Jenny.

Girl: So? Tell you what, why don't you let me play, and for every hit I give up, I'll buy you a quarter pounder and a milkshake at the diner. But if I throw a no-hitter, you owe me a dinner and a movie.

Boy:You drive a hard burger, Jenny. All right, let's go.