Ricky Harper: This is the third day in a row she's stared into that room.
Dicky Harper: What's going on with her?
Mae Valentine: This is the third day in a row you've stared into that room. What's going on with you?
Dawn Harper: Nothing.
Mae Valentine: Come on. The tilted head...
Dicky Harper: The sappy smile...
Nicky Harper: The breathy sigh.
Mae Valentine: I know exactly what this is.
Ricky Harper: This is textbook.
Mae Valentine: You want to be in glee club.
Ricky Harper: She's crushing on a boy.
Dawn Harper: [sighs] I totally do.
Nicky Harper: She totally is.
Mae Valentine: You've got a thing to sing.
Dicky Harper: She's in the mood for dude.
Mae Valentine: Well, they're holding auditions this week. You should try out.
Dawn Harper: Oh, I couldn't. Could I? No, I shouldn't. Should I? But I can't. But can I?
Mae Valentine: Okay, I'm just gonna jump in here. Why can't you?
Dawn Harper: Well, I mean, I've sung for you, and in the shower, and in Oz in my dreams, but the one time I tried to sing in front of people was at an audition when I was seven. And it didn't go so good.
Mae Valentine: I'm sure it wasn't that bad.
Dawn Harper: I yodeled, Mae.
Mae Valentine: Yodeled? Why would you yodel?
Dawn Harper: I don't know. Maybe 'cause I was nerv - who-who! Yep, I'm a nervous yodeler.
Dicky Harper: Oh, yeah. She's got an eye for that guy.
Nicky Harper: She's got it bad for that lad.
Ricky Harper: Ooh, I've got one. Looks like we found the subject for our human behavior project.
Nicky Harper: And you ruined it.
Ricky Harper: Wait, I've got more.
Dicky Harper: Just get away from us.