Buck's dialogue with his niece Maizy's assistant principal, who has a hideous hairy mole on her chin:
Asst. Principal: I see a bad egg when I look at your niece. She is a twiddler, a dreamer, a sillyheart! She is a chatterbox, and frankly, I don't think she takes a thing in her life or her career as a student seriously.
Buck: She's only six.
Asst. Principal: That is not a valid excuse; I hear that every day and I dismiss it!
Buck: I don't think I want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer, or a sillyheart. And I sure don't want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they're all good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they're no good! You so much as scowl at my niece, or any other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I'm coming looking for you! Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.