Lisa: All right, Rowlf, pay up.
Rowlf: What?
Lisa: I made her squeal. You owe me a nickel.
Rowlf: Where does it say she squeals?
Lisa: Look at her post!
Rowlf: <looks at computer> It doesn't say she squeals.
Lisa: What do you call three captialized E's? I call that a squeal.
Rowlf: Well so do I, but it's not directly related to the line.
Lisa: Yes it is.
Rowlf: No it isn't.
Lisa: It so is! See, it's the first thing she typed. Thus it was her first reaction. The line is early in the chapter, she had to express her reaction right away.
Rowlf: But the way the paragraphs are separated-
Lisa: Nice try. I'm right and you know it. Now pay up.
Rowlf: Fine, lemme find a nickel...
Lisa: Thank you.
Clifford: Now what was that all about?
Rowlf: She bet me a nickel that she could make Sara squeal with Richard Hunt's line in her new chapter.
Clifford: A nickel?
Rowlf: She made the bet, not me. I just accepted it. You seen a nickel anywhere?
Clifford: Yeah, I think there's one on the floor in the common room.
Rowlf: Thanks.
Clifford: <reads post over Lisa's shoulder.> I don't think she was squealing at that specific line.
Lisa: I'm sure she squealed at that specific line.
Clifford: There's not much evidence for it in the post, though.
Lisa: Yeah, but it's not about the evidence, it's about who can argue it!
Clifford: You mean you know he's right, and you're taking the money anyway?
Lisa: It's just a nickel.
Clifford: That's another thing. Why would you bet a nickel?
Lisa: One word.
Clifford: Excuse me?
Lisa: <sings> TRADITIOOOOOON, TRADITION! ...TRA-DI-TION! TRADITIOOOOOON, TRADITION! ...TRA-DI-TION!
Clifford: All right, I get the point. And that was six words, by the way.
Lisa: Picky picky.
Robin: How did it start?
Lisa: Pardon?
Robin: The tradition. How did it start?
Lisa: <With a Yiddish accent> I'll tell you... I don't know. <Drops accent> Actually I do know. My aunt and uncle started it when they first got married. At the time, a nickel could actually buy you something. Apparently inflation didn't affect the bet, it just kind of stuck.
Rowlf: Well, here's the nickel.
Lisa: Thank you! <kisses Rowlf's nose.>
Clifford: Wait a second. Now he gets a kiss?
Lisa: He lost a bet.
Clifford: So lemme get this straight. The only way you'll kiss a guy is if he's cute, he crashes through the ceiling, or he loses a bet?
Lisa: Or he could be my dad, uncle, grandfather, or baby cousin.
Clifford: That ain't happening...
Lisa: Nope. All right, I'm heading to Everybody Eats for lunch. Anybody coming?
Robin: Ooh, me!
Gonzo: Me too!
Camilla: Buck bawk!
Chef: I'll cume-a und iet sume-a loonch tuu.
Clifford: Why not?
Rowlf: I'll come, but who's paying?
Lisa: Why?
Rowlf: Well I just lost a bet...
Lisa: One lousy nickel. All right, let's go! Maybe we'll see Bryan and his roomie's there, too, I think they just left.