BoxJam: Look at my hair! It's excellent! My hair is so much better than anybody else's will ever be!

[[BoxJam goes up to Little BoxJam]]

BoxJam: My hair is so great, it commands you out of my way!

[[BoxJam goes up to BoxJamina]]

BoxJam: My hair rules! Just look at it! Is that not the greatest hair you've ever seen!?

[[Ms. BoxJam stands alone with her children as BoxJam goes running off into the distance]]

Ms. BoxJam: That IS good hair...

BoxJam: RAAH!