Francine Frensky, Olympic Rider/Transcript

Arthur Read: What do you want to do?

Buster Baxter: I dunno. What do you want to do?

The Brain: I dunno. What do you want to do?

Francine Frensky: I dunno. What do you want to do?

Arthur: What do you want to do? 

D.W. Read: Arthur! Mom says if you're not doing anything, then we can play covered wagon, and you can be the horse who dies of thirst just ten miles from the end of the desert. 

Arthur: Sorry! I have to go sort through my socks!

Buster: Socks! That sounds like fun!

The Brain: I bet with the three of us, we could get them sorted in no time!

Francine: Forget about them, D.W. I'll play horsie with you.

D.W.: It's not called horsie, it's called Seven Days in the Desert With Wild Horses Who Run Free! Free as the wind blows, and a little girl who tames....

Francine: STOP!

(At home)

Francine: Aren't you gonna ask me if I want to come?

Catherine: No. Hey, Francine, I was just thinking. Do you want to come today?

Francine; Well, if you're gonna keep bugging me, I guess I'll have to!

(At Algeria Farms)

Francine: Remember, I don't feel like riding. I'm just going to watch.

Catherine: Suit yourself.

Francine: (sighs) 

Stanley: Your sister looks like she's going to keep being stubborn.

Catherine: I guess she's a little jealous that I'm a better rider than she is.

Stanley: She'll never get any better if she doesn't get back on a horse.

Catherine: I think I have an idea.

Francine: Hey, Bronco, did you miss me? I said "Did you miss me?".

(Bronco eats the carrot)

Francine: That's better. Oh, hi. I was just going.

Stanley: Before you run off, you might want to hear Catherine's idea.

Catherine: I was thinking, that it is a lot of work for me to take care of all these horses, especially after school starts. 

Francine: So?

Catherine: So maybe you could help me out, and then I could give you a riding lesson.

Francine: You teach me? Okay, deal!

(Back at home, Catherine empties her piggy bank and Francine looks at a horse picture)

Francine: This is my all-time favorite picture. You can have it.

Catherine: Thanks. Hey, I've got $15. If we add in your $30, and then I could babysit every night for the next 3 years, we could buy a horse of our own.

Francine: I guess we could keep him in the basement. He could live in the storage bin. It's sort of like a stall.

Catherine: We could call him Stanley.

Francine: I'm not calling my horse Stanley!

Catherine: Your horse? It's our horse. In fact, it's really my horse, since it'll mostly be my money.

Francine: I'm not riding in the Olympics with a horse named Stanley!

Catherine: Who said you're going to the Olympics? I'm the better rider.

Francine: Only 'cause you have longer legs! Just wait till I'm older!

(fighting continues)