Arwin: You know, in high school, my nickname was “The Hawk”.
Moseby: Really?
Arwin: No. But I tried to get it going, though. But they ended up calling me…”Nose Picker”. You know, you pick one nostril in the second grade, and the label you for life! In retrospect, maybe the problem was, it wasn’t my nose-
Mosby: Oh Awrwin!
Arwin: I just felt so bad for her, you know…you can pick your nose, and you can pick your friends, but you can not pick your friend’s nose!
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