Bethany Joy Lenz

[At the faire...]

Tadzu Lempke: Don't you bother to step on this scale, mister. I can tell your weight from right here 1-5-9 right? And next week goin' be 1-4-3. And the week after that? Hoo-oo! We don't wanna to think about it, mister, do we?

[wheezing]

Gina Lempke: Sorry, mister... but you lose.

[walks to the dolls]

Gina Lempke: But let's see...

[moves the fingers near the dolls, and stop at the doll, presenting Billy, whispering]

Gina Lempke: Aah... this...

[looking back at Billy]

Gina Lempke: You can have a prize anyway.

[throws the doll to Billy and gets her catapult]

Gina Lempke: AAAAAAH!

[runs after Billy]

Tadzu Lempke: [still wheezing]