He loves the heat.
An air conditioner
just doesn't get up and walk away.

Any idea where it might be, Tripper?
I have no idea.
Maybe it was stolen, Morty.
Of course it was stolen...
but I'm gonna find it.
Will you two go over
the schedules, please?

Monday, Wednesday and Friday,
2:00 to 4:00 p. M:

Junior boys and junior girls.
Tuesday and Thursday,
2:00 to 4:00 p. M:

Junior boys.
Thursday and Friday,
4:00 to 5:00...

- Roxanne.
- What?

I have to tell you this as a friend.
I can see right down your blouse.
I can see everything too.
Tripper, is there something
seriously wrong with you?

Roxanne, I have what doctors call
"very active glands."

You're the only person I've told.
My folks don't even know.

Maybe you can have surgery
without them knowing.

The heck with surgery!
Let's wrestle.

I know, let's not, okay, Tripper?
The Atomic Skull Crusher!
Let's not do this, okay?
Let's just stop right now.

- Shark-infested waters!
- Don't do that one!

Let's stop, okay?
I'm sorry about that blouse thing,
but somebody had to tell you.

Get off me right now,
or I start screaming.

At the count of three, I guess, huh?
One, two... Help!

Help me! Somebody!
- Help! Get off me!
- Tripper, get off.

What the hell's goin' on?
She attacked me!
- Give me a break.
- She came on to me like an animal.