Rowley: Wow, there's a lot to sign up for. You could be class favorite in a bunch of things. Jazz dancing! We could do that one together!
Greg: I can't believe all these activities. They're all so much work. Staying after school, meeting before school, on weekends. What kind of extracurricular activities are these?
Patty: Out of my way. Who let you into this school, Greg Heffley?
Greg: I was thinking the same thing about you, Patty Farrell.
Patty: You listen to me, Greg Heffley. I'm running for student council president and I'm warning you, if you get in my way, I will beat you up, just like I did in kindergarten and fourth grade.
Rowley: Fourth grade? That one was ugly.
Greg: What's her problem? What did I ever do to her?
Little Greg: Patty, Patty is a fatty, has a face just like a ratty!
Greg: Come on, that was pretty funny. She needs to get a sense of humor. And I need something to make me a class favorite.
Angie: What about class favorites?
Greg: Don't you ever say hi or hello before you start talking?
Rowley: Oh, Greg's only here because he really wants to be something...
Greg: Rowley! I was just saying that I would really like to nail these people because it's so obvious that they're only doing these activities to get in the yearbook.
Angie: You know, I like your point of view. You should sign up for the school paper. We're the voice of the people. Well, the people are mostly idiots, so I guess, technically speaking, we're the voice of the people making fun of the people.
Greg: Thanks, but I can't be on the paper because I'm gonna be in the paper a lot. So that would be a conflict of interest.
Angie: You're the people. Got it.
Greg: Do you believe me now? That girl is crazy town.
Rowley: Look! They have wrestling!
Greg: That's it! I'm great at wrestling. I've watched it for years, I know all the moves. Tombstone piledriver. Chair shot. Vader Bomb.
People in Greg’s imagination: Heffley! Heffley! Heffley! Heffley! Heffley! Heffley! Heffley!
Greg: Okay. Something is very wrong here. These don't look like wrestling costumes to me.
Coach: Welcome to wrestling, you future Olympians! So, just to make sure we all get off on the right foot and nobody gets seriously injured, we're gonna teach you a few basic moves. Remember, this is about learning the sport and having fun! All right. It's not a competition because everyone here is already a superstar to me. Coach Brewer, can you step over here for a moment, please, give me a hand? Thanks. That's known as a speed takedown. Nice job, Coach Brewer. Can you get up and come behind me? Put one arm over my shoulder? Let's go, yeah. You got it, walk it off, come on. That was known as the arm drag. Let's give Coach Brewer a hand, everybody! He's fine. Yeah, Heffley.
Greg: What about piledrivers and Vader bombs?
Coach: That is fake wrestling. This is real wrestling! Let's go!
Greg: If I have to wrestle Benny Wells, he'll kill me!
Coach: Let's move! Come on! Okay, to keep things fair, I've divided you into weight categories by your size, so Rottweilers over here. Bulldogs, you stay right there. And we got two Chihuahuas. Yeah.
Greg: Nice head gear.
Fregley: Thanks. My mom let me borrow it.
Coach: All right, let's see what you got.
Greg: Don't worry, Fregley, I'll take it easy on you. Hey, I wasn't ready!
Coach: Nobody's keeping score, but that was a sweet speed takedown, Fregley!
Fregley: This is fun, Greg Heffley!
Greg: Get off me!
Kids: Fregley! Fregley! Fregley!
Greg: Blow the whistle, blow the whistle!
Coach: All right! Fregley! Outstanding!