Bea: Ew, that's disgusting! What are you doing?!
Worker 1: Huh? What do you mean? This is how we adult fish eat pie. We break it down to our esouthecis. (burps out fishflakes. Bea gags.) See? You're doing it too!
Bea: No, not the same thing. (swims away) Not the same thing.
Worker 1: Uh, can I have your pie?
(Cut to the hallways.)
Bea: Ugh, adults are so gross. Bur pull it together, Bea, if you wanna become an adult, then this is how adults are. . You can do this!
Barb: Finish your paper work, Miss Bea!
Bea: Yes, ma'am, I'm on it.
Teacher: Uh, Miss Bea, you haven't finished your.
Bea: Sorry, you got it, won't let that happen again.
Worker 4: WE'RE OUT OF SHARPENED PENCILS!!! WE'RE OUT OF SHARPEDNED PENCILS!!!
Bea: OHMIGOSH, WE'RE OUT OF SHARPENED PEN--!!! Wait, since when did I start caring about sharpened pencils? This place is making me act weird, and now-- (gasps) I have wrinkles under my eyes? That's supposed to be cute accesories. Nothing's attached to my face! I mean calling someone I don't even reconize, and I'm done with it! WHERE ARE MILO AND OSCAR?!? (notices Oscar in the daycare) Ohmigosh!