//trying to determine identity of student described in a story Student: What did he look like? Street: I don't know. He looked like a maggot. Student: Wouldn't you say that about all of us? Street: Yeah, that's the problem.
//Street visits room of sophomores Street: I'm sorry, I can't think of any insults. I've let you down. Student: Are you going to call us maggots? Street: Well, yes, you're all maggots. That's always implied. You're good maggots.
//Kaluta's class is carrying wood up to Mr Street's room Street: Maybe you aren't all a bunch of maggots after all.
Nicole: Whoa there are maggots! Sam: Let’s boil them! Sloe: Ok. (Starts tossing maggots into boiling water) Sam: Hold up I was joking! Why do you people listen to me?
Mr. Street: All of you maggots- Student: ...Do you mean magnets?... Mr. Street: No, maggots.