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I must've cried for two weeks straight.
Oh, sure, I went to school
and did the best I could...
...but nothing seemed to matter.
TEACHER:
Juli?- Huh?
Do you know the answer?
Uh, the Peloponnesian War?
I'm sure that's the answer
to something...
...but I was looking for the area
of a rhomboid.
[CHILDREN LAUGH]
JULl:
Somehow, rhomboidsand isosceles right triangles...
...didn't seem so important.
I rode my bike so I wouldn't have to pass
by the stump...
...that used to be the earth's
most magnificent sycamore tree.
But no matter what I did,
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Are you okay?
It was just a tree.
No, it wasn't just a tree.
I never want you to forget how you felt
when you were up there.
Thanks, Dad.
JULl:
It was the first thing I saw every morning...
...and the last thing I saw
before I went to sleep.
And once I could look at it
without crying...
...I saw more than the tree
and what being up there meant to me.
I saw the day that my view of things
around me started changing.
And I wondered,
did I still feel the same things about Bryce?
BRYCE:
I've never been a huge fan of eggs.
I mean, I could always just take them
or leave them.
That is, until one day
in Skyler Brown's garage...
...when my feelings about eggs
were solidified.
Hey, hey, hey. Guys.
Edna's found her breakfast.
BRYCE:
I mean, if a slimy reptilefound them appetizing...
...there was certainly no place for them
in my diet.
MATT:
Oh, man, that's so cool.
She doesn't even have to chew.
I mean, think of all the time you'd save.
BRYCE:
I could've gone my whole lifenot knowing that snakes eat eggs raw...
...if it hadn't been for Lynetta.
She had a major-league thing
for Skyler Brown.
I think it's gross.
BRYCE:
He and Juli's brothers,Matt and Mark, had formed a band.
And Lynetta would watch them practice.
MATT:
That is so neat.
How about that, huh, Bryce?
Yeah. Neat.
So, Brycie, how do you think
- Stomach acid?
- You'd like to think that.
Wait, everybody quiet. Here he goes.
[SHELL CRACKING]
Eggs over easy.
Gross. Gross, gross, gross.
Wait, wait.
You haven't seen the best part.
LYNETTA:
Ugh!
Gross.
BRYCE:
I tried to be casual about it,but it didn't take.
I started having bad dreams.
I'd be trapped inside a huge egg...
...and this monster would open his jaws
I'd wake up just in time.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Then the real nightmare began.
Hi, Bryce. I brought these over
for you and your family.
- My chickens are laying eggs.
- What?
You remember Abby and Bonnie and Clyde
and Dexter and Eunice and Florence?
- The ones I hatched for the science fair.
- How could I forget?
BRYCE:
It was classic Juli Baker.
She totally dominated the fair.
And get this, her project
was all about watching boring eggs hatch.
I mean, here I had a live-action
erupting volcano...
...and all anyone cared about
was Juli's boring chicks...
...breaking out of their boring shells.
JULl:
Oh, I think the last one's hatching.
WOMAN 1:
It's hatching.WOMAN 2:
Oh, it's hatching.WOMAN 1:
Kids, come over here.
BRYCE:
But hey, she won. I lost.
I've never been one to dwell.
WOMAN 2:
Here it comes.
BRYCE:
But that didn't meanI had to eat her lousy eggs.
I think it was very sweet of Juli
I don't care.
I'm still having cereal tomorrow.
Yeah, how do we know there's no chicks
in one of those eggs?
I used to eat farm-fresh eggs
when I was a kid. They were delicious.
Yeah, well, that's all well and good...
...but what if we crack one open
Do they have a rooster? If they don't
have a rooster the eggs can't be fertile.
And if they had a rooster, we'd know.
The whole neighborhood would know.
Maybe they got it de-yodeled.
"De-yodeled"?
You know. De-cock-a-doodle-doo'd.
What the hell are you talking about?
Like they de-bark dogs.
Bryce, why don't you just ask Juli?
- I don't think that...
LYNETTA:
What?- You afraid to talk to her?
- I'm not afraid to talk to her.
[MIMICS CHICKEN]
I know you are, but what am I?
- Okay. Just talk to her and find out.
- Bryce.
How do you tell if one's a rooster?
- Well, a rooster's bigger. Longer feathers.
- Mm-hm.
They've got that red stuff
growing out of their head.
- And around their neck too.
- That shouldn't be too hard to spot.
Although, come to think of it,
chickens have the rubbery red stuff too.
Just not as much.
BRYCE:
Garrett's expertise in roosters...
...was the cornerstone of our plan
to avoid contact with Juli Baker.
spying over her back fence.
- Come on, come on.
- Shh. Shh.
Over here.
BRYCE:
I can't see the stupid chickens.
GARRETT:
We gotta get them out of the coop.
[CLUCKING]
BRYCE:
Is that a rooster?
GARRETT:
No, it looks like a chicken.
How can you tell?
It just does.
BRYCE:
See what I mean? Expertise.
- Shh, shh!
- What?
Juli.
JULl:
Here, guys.
Go on, there you go.
- Here, guys. Go on.
- Yeah, they're all chickens.
- There's no rooster?
- What did I just say?
How can you tell?
- Well, none of them are strutting.
JULl:
Here, come on.- Roosters strut?
JULl:
Come on, guys.- What did I just say?
JULl:
Here.GARRETT:
Plus, hardly any of themhave any rubbery red stuff.
JULl:
What are you doing?- Yeah. They're definitely all chickens.
They're all chickens.
I'm proud of you, Bryce.
- You overcame your fear.
- Huh?
- You talked to her.
- Oh, heh. Yeah.
It's no big deal.
That's what she told you?
They're all chickens?
Yeah.
She's a genius. You're both genius...
Of course they're all chickens.
A rooster's a chicken. The question is:
Is one of them a rooster
or are they all hens?
BRYCE:
Hens? Who said anything about hens?
Then it hit me.
Garrett didn't know jack sh*t
about chickens.
- Do roosters strut?
- Yes, they do.
What does that have to do
with anything?
They're all hens.
Well, the main thing is the eggs are okay.
It's all settled.
BRYCE:
Not for me.
There was no way
I was ever gonna eat anything...
...that had anything to do
with Juli Baker.
I'm not eating them.
Well, why not?
Have you seen their yard? It's...
There's not even any grass.
It's all mud and chicken turds.
Ew. Gross. Salmonella.
Do you suppose
they could have salmonella?
- It's not very likely.
- Why take the risk?
What do we do with the eggs?
Give them back.
- Give them back? To Juli?
- Sure.
You talked to her before, right?
It didn't kill you.
Well, what do I say?
Tell her we don't eat eggs.
Uh, we're allergic to them or something.
Come on, use your brains.
BRYCE:
It didn't feel right to lie.
Besides, even a seventh grader would know
that entire families aren't allergic to eggs.
But I didn't wanna
hurt her feelings either.
So that left me with only one option.
And thus another near-death
experience...
...in my ongoing saga with Juli Baker
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