Mr. Crocker: Good news, class, The F's are in. [takes the F's out of oven] Smell those fresh, hot F's.[Crocker takes a whiff of the papers and then he notices one paper doesn't smell like an F] Wait a minute! [Takes a paper out of the stack] This one smells like an A+ and it's for...[Crocker turns around] Timmy Turner.
(Seeking fairies, Crocker bursts into the bathroom, and into Timmy's mom, who's sitting on the sink, cutting coupons)
Mrs. Turner: Aiiieeee! [turns out she was clipping cupons instead of sitting on the toilet] Can't a woman clip coupons in her own bathroom in private?