Laszlo looks like he's thinking about bowing, starts to maybe bow, and then aborts the attemot before getting properly started. His smile is the same smile he wears when cheerleading, which is, uh, it's okay. He's okay.

There's a particularly dense wave of cottonseed coming their way, and Laszlo acts without thinking. He points his wand to the sky, and casts a spell (banned at sports games) to send up a shower of sparks. The floating fluff catches on fire just as easily, briefly lighting up the sky overhead.