- Francis: [finds cadet Finley hiding] Finley, what are you doing in the cupboard?
- Finley: Poquito Cabeza!
- Francis: Get out of there, man.
- Finley: I can't. I've been marked by the Brothers of the Apocalypse! Poquito Cabeza!
- Francis: Brothers of the Apocalypse? It's ridiculous. It's five seniors with limited imaginations.
- Finley: Oh, yeah, that's easy for you to say. You've got Stanley protecting you, and you're not holding Poquito Cabeza.
- Francis: Would you stop saying "Poquito Cabeza"?
- Finley: I can't. And I'm not coming out! Oh, could you turn in my math homework?
- Francis: [erasing Finley's name and writing his own] Poor Finley. He's good at math, right?
- Finley: [the gang removes him from the closet, chanting "Fin-ley, Boom-ba-yay. Fin-ley, Boom-ba-yay."] No, No, please, somebody help, please!
- Stanley: Stop. Fruit Loops?
- [Finley hands him a cereal box, and Stanley motions for the hazing to continue]
- Finley: [as gang carries him down the hall] Please, please, help me...