Senior year.� One last year to mock each other.� One last year to party hearty before going on to the real world.� One last year to degrade freshman incessantly.� But we will manage somehow, and that was good.� Which made it all good.� And good is all we want.� :-)
Debbie (standing in front of the food cabinet): What can I eat?!� Food jump!!
9/4/01
Asha: You're NEVER having sex?!
Deb: It's a disgusting process.
Asha: Like NEVER?!
Deb: One day I will have to because my husband will want to.
9/6/01
Heatha: Are you hot?
Katrin: Yeah, I'm freezing.
9/13/01
Deb: I like the feel of raw chicken.
9/13/01
Heatha: Great.� I'll have terriyaki farts.
9/21/01
Han: It's just like salty stuff that you chew.� I think I'm like a dog.� I like to gnaw on salty stuff.
9/21/01
Dannah: Want some gum?
Asha: No, thanks.� I'm trying to cut back.
Dannah: Cut back?!� What are you going to do?!� Take up smoking?!
9/24/01
Han (after 3 hours of managerial accounting): My cousin is whack.� He's an accountant.� No wonder he got married this summer.� This stuff is enough to drive anyone to get married.
9/28/01
Han: A sleeping bag is very personal.� It's like you...and the bag.
9/30/01
Deb: I like to feel cake.
10/2/01
Deb: 'Cause you're ghetto.
Han: I'm not ghetto.
Deb: Yes you are. You're a ghetto shrimp.
10/3/01
Han: I have turkey in my yoga.
10/9/01
Han (high up in an apple tree while apple-picking): AHHHHHHHHH!! A bee!!
THUMP!!
Liz: Han! Did you fall out of the tree?
Han: No, that was an apple.
Liz: You threw an apple at the bee?!
10/14/01
Deb: I want candy.
Han: Well, there's marshmallows.
Deb: No, that's for when you're gay. Remember the other night...?
10/17/01
Han: It makes me sick, too. I also get nauseous on merry-go-rounds.
10/18/01
Deb: Alcoholics...that's on the list of stuff that I won't date. Yeah, alcoholics and orangutans.
10/26/01
Asha: Why was he in a bad mood?
A very drunk Han: Well, he had one of those days. You know, like when you wake up on the wrong side of the road.
11/8/01
Han: Last night, I wished I was an amoeba.
11/12/01
Debbie: Why does our school suck?...Our school sucks 'cause we have no fire.
11/12/01
Deb: No...Dumb Han. No cookie.
11/18/01
Deb's science geek talking about shooting stars: I can't tell if that's a dust trail or just the imprint of it on my retina.
11/25/01
Liz: Hannie, thanks for coming back to school.
11/25/01
Heatha: I don't think I like Bud. I always drink Budweiser.
12/2/01
Han (to the cookies baking in the oven): Liars, all of you!!
12/5/01
Han: Her ass looks like a sine wave.
1/17/02
Petey:It's a good movie. I give it two thumbs up.
Han: Two thumbs out of how many?
3/7/02
Debbie: You are out of line! You are out of order!
3/7/02
Robyn: Han, this sweet flavor with this salty flavor is really good.
Nicole: Do you mean like chocolate covered pretzels?
Robyn (with a quizzical look): No, I mean, like this and this (pointing to Thai iced tea and the noodle soup bowl).
3/17/02
Debbie: I can palm Han's ass with one hand!
4/8/02
Debbie: So many Pez. So little time.
4/12/02
Debbie: Ce soir this, yo!
4/16/02
Pete: All sh*t, no kidding aside...
4/20/02
Deb: All 85 pounds of carnage...
4/20/02
Deb:Han's ass can be covered with a piece of grass.
4/27/02
Han: Sometimes, I wish I was an oyster. They get irritated and make pearls. I get irritated and make rashes.