Ice cream man: What would you like, kid?
Skip (in raspy voice): I’d like a fudgesicle.
Ice cream man: I’m sorry. What?
Skip: A fudgesiscle.
Ice cream man: I can’t hear you. Speak up.
Skip: I said I want a fudgesicle!
Ice cream man: Look. I’ve got more on my route and I don’t want the ice cream to melt. Unless you tell me what you want…
Skip: I’m telling you I want a fudgesicle!
Ice cream man: Okay, fine. Be that way, kid. See you next summer.
[Skip slaps himself in the face]
Ice cream man: What would you like, kid?
Skip (in raspy voice): I’d like a fudgesicle.
Ice cream man: I’m sorry. What?
Skip: A fudgesiscle.
Ice cream man: I can’t hear you. Speak up.
Skip: I said I want a fudgesicle!
Ice cream man: Look. I’ve got more on my route and I don’t want the ice cream to melt. Unless you tell me what you want…
Skip: I’m telling you I want a fudgesicle!
Ice cream man: Okay, fine. Be that way, kid. See you next summer.
[Skip slaps himself in the face]