Miss Bradley: Debbie? The people at Sunny Bank—you know, the home for old people—want someone to give a talk. Could you do it?
Debbie: Me? Stand up and talk? I can't do that.
Miss B: Debbie, it's not a big deal.
Jess: Why not, Debbie? I mean, the old people aren't going to laugh or be nasty.
Debbie: No, I know. But…oh, I don't know. I'm just not brave enough, that's all. I can't do it, and that's that.
Jess: Here she comes. Go on, Pete.
Pete: OK. Well, look—it's yellow Debbie. The school chicken.
Debbie: I beg your pardon?
Pete: I hear you won't give a talk at Sunny Bank. Ooh, all those scary old people! It's a bit pathetic, eh, Debbie?
Debbie: Chicken? Pathetic? No one calls me that!
Debbie: Miss Bradley? I've changed my mind. I want to do the talk after all.
Miss B: Good for you, Debbie. How about Friday, around 5 o'clock?
Jess: It worked! Well done, Pete.
Pete: Thanks. But I don't think I can ever talk to Debbie again!