- [a bullet flies through the window of the classroom]
- Mr. Van Driessen: I hope that shot didn't come from in here! Earl, that shot didn't come from your gun by any chance, did it?
- Earl: Nice try, chump! I didn't shoot! Look, no powder burns! Run a ballistics check, I'm clean!
- Butt-head: He was aiming at us!
- Beavis: He didn't fire. Fire, fire, fire! Heh heh. Fire!
- Mr. Van Driessen: Now Earl, is brandishing a weapon any way to welcome visiting scholars from distant shores? I don't think so!
- Daria Morgendorffer: There's the kid!
- Earl: Hey punk, you shootin' at me?
- [Earl breaks the glass of the window and fires his gun out it]
- Earl: Mr. Van Driessen don't like people firin' at him while he's diagrammin' photosynthesis!
- Mr. Van Driessen: Now, Earl.
- Earl: Aw, man.
- Mr. Van Driessen: Now you can get it back at the end of the term! Earl, the safety, put on the safety!
- [Earl drops the gun into Mr. Van Driessen's drawer]
- Earl: I'm sorry, Mr. Van Driessen. I'm sorry!