Cafeteria is the embarrassment capital of the world. It's like a prison movie. --Angela
;I bet people can actually die of embarrassment. I bet it's been medically proven. -Angela
Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth - that when you look closely, people are so strange and complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me.; --Angela
Maybe teachers have a hidden life, where they're actually, like, human, where they have I don't know, dignity. Or maybe not --Angela
The Fable: Once upon a time there lived a girl. She slept in a lovely cottage made of gingerbread and candy. She was always asleep. One morning she woke up, and the candy had mould on it. Her father blew her a kiss and the house fell down. She realised she was lost. She found herself walking down a crowded street. But the people were made of paper, like paper dolls. She blew everyone a kiss goodbye and watched as they blew away. --Written by Angela
This life has been a test. If it had been an actual life, you would have received actual instructions on where to go and what to do. --Angela
;There are so many different ways to be connected to people. There are people you feel this unspoken connection to, even though there's not a word for it. There's the people who you've known forever who know you this way that other people can't because they've seen you change. They've let you change. --Angela
When someone dies young, it's like they stay that way, forever, forever, like a vampire; --Angela
There's something about my life. It's just automatically true that nothing actually happens. --Brian
So my feeling is, whatever happens, happens. I have to say, I really respect that -- Jordan and Angela
I don't even believe in making plans. Whatever happens, happens. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life. -- Brian and Angela
;It's like you think you're safe or something, 'cause you can just walk away, anytime, because you don't like need her. You don't need anyone. But the thing you don't realise is, you're wrong-Jordan
I know in the past I've caused you pain, and I'm sorry. And I'll always be sorry till the day I die. And I hate this pen I'm holding, because I should be holding you. I hate this paper under my hand because it isn't you. I even hate this letter because it's not the whole truth. Because the whole truth is so much more than a letter can even say. If you wanna hate me, go ahead. If you wanna burn this letter, do it. You could burn the whole world down. You could tell me to go to hell. I'd go. If you wanted me to. And I'd send you a letter from there.
Sincerely, Jordan Catalano
--The letter written by Brian
Patty: Oh, you had it dyed. I thought it had died of natural causes.
Rayanne:You wanna have sex with him.
Angela: Who?
Rayanne:Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I'm not gonna tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation, ideally both.
Angela: I thought you were on my side!
Graham: I'm not on anybody's side.
Patty: Graham, grow up, choose a side.
Angela: Just wait. Tell me everything he said.
Rayanne: You will definitely thank me.
Rickie: It's true...I mean, from what she told me, which was everything.
Rayanne: In fact, you should be thanking me right now.
Angela: God, let's stop talking about this. So...how did he act? Did he act bored, or...
Rayanne: He flopped on the floor uncontrollably, okay? Rickie had to hold down his tongue...
Rickie: And I wasn't even there.
Angela (to Rayanne): Are you crazy? Were you raised in a satanic cult?
Rickie: She wishes.
Rayanne:I think part of him is partly interested in you. Definitely. I mean, he's got other things on his mind.
Angela: But that's the part that's so unfair! I have nothing else on my mind. How come I have to be the one sitting around analyzing him in like microscopic detail, and he gets to be the one with other things on his mind?
Rickie:That is deep.
Rayanne:Look, I know this is your house and all, but could you leave for a second?
Brian: Oh, so you actually admit that this is my house. That's really...because I was wondering...
Rickie: She's not saying...
Rayanne: I'm not saying leave the house. Just leave the kitchen.
Rayanne: I don't know, just...making depressed people talk to someone like you. Couldn't that, like, I dunno, push them over the edge?
Sharon: Over the edge...that's like your address, right?
Angela:Mom, I'm not having sex, alright? Really. I'm not even close. To an embarrassing degree.
Rayanne: Can you imagine Rickie in a high security prison? Who'd supply his makeup?
Rickie (about Graham): Plus, his stubble is the perfect length.
Angela:He doesn't have stubble! He ran out of disposable razors that morning. He was all disturbed about it.
Danielle: Do we have to keep talking about religion? It's Christmas.
Brian: I'm just wondering when all this happened, you know?
Rickie: Do I.
Brian:I mean, people pairing off...into couples. It's like, I wasn't expecting it or something, like, like, did we cover this? Was I absent that day?
Rickie: You know I was.
Girl 1:She has no self esteem or she would have like, signed her name.
Sharon: Look. He said not to sign it, okay? He said it should be anonymous, okay? It was like a rule he made in class, okay?
Girl 2: Um, excuse me. Try your own conversation.
Girl 1:Plus a muscle relaxer.
Danielle: Mom, Sharon Cherski and I exist in like, two different worlds, okay? I can't just hand her a dish, okay? I mean it's just not that simple. [pause] I'm doing Angela. Pretty good, huh?
Angela (to Rayanne):Could you close the fridge? My mother, like, chemically senses it if the fridge rises over 47 degrees.
Rickie: Now she hates me.
Rayanne:So, she never liked you that much to start off.
Rickie: No, but now she really hates me.
Rayanne: Look, do you think it's possible to please that woman? Do you think she'd actually give anyone a break? I mean, have you seen her vegetable bin? I rest my case.
Jordan: See, I have this philosophy.
Angela: You have a philosophy?
Jordan: Well, if I go somewhere and someone I know is there, then cool, there's something...natural about it. But once you start making plans, then you have, like, like, obligations. And that basically blows. So my feeling is, whatever happens, happens.
Angela:I have to say, I really respect that.
Rickie:No, you don't understand. I mean, you don't understand because...you don't. You couldn't...
Angela: ;Oh, you're right, Rickie. I couldn't possibly understand having an obsession for a person I have zero hope of ever becoming involved with. [smiles] We're hopeless.
Amber: Angela is so cute you could smack her. Her mom is like from a commercial for something really clean.
Rickie:He acts like he's this really nice guy, when obviously he's not. And he takes these unbelievably long pauses, like...okay, this is him. 'My name is -- Mr. -- ah -- Katimsky, and here's a sonnet by William -- ah -- Shakespeare, who is almost as boring as I, Mr -- ah -' [sees Katimsky watching him]. Oh, no.
Rickie: No, you don't understand. He says 'Gee, whiz', and he won't stop with this drama club stuff. He driving me stark, raving mad!
Brian: Did I tell you what Angela Chase asked me?
Rickie: I cannot believe they let people like that teach!
Brian: She asked me if I could come over tonight and explain congruent triangles to her! So I said, 'Do you know how long it's even been since I, I even had geometry?'. Then she like hands me her geometry book, like I'm supposed to review it, or something.
Rickie: He didn't even see the difference between Enrique and Ricardo! Hah!
Brian: Who's Enrique and Ricardo? I mean, look at all this work I have to do. I mean, I could spend the entire weekend, like, like, without meals...even then, I probably couldn't get it all done.
Rickie:I mean, they're two completely different names!
Brian: I mean, I cannot believe what some people will ask other people to do.
Rickie:So, you're not going?
Brian: Well, I might stop by. Just to kind of take a study break.
Rayanne (to Jordan): You know you like her. Would it kill you to admit it, maybe treat her halfway decent? Because you know, she deserves it, and she's not gonna wait around for you forever......YAY!!!
Katimsky (reading to class):My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun. Coral is far more red than her lips red. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun. If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seem roses damasked, red and white, but no such roses see I in her cheeks. And in some perfumes there is more delight, than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go...my mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare.' What kind of girl is Shakespeare describing here? Is she, is she the most beautiful girl?
Brian: No.
Katimsky: Is she a goddess? Physically perfect? The kind of girl who...uh...stops traffic when she walks down the street?
Brian: No.
Katimsky: ;So, he's...not in love with her?
Jordan: ;Yeah. He is......He's getting it! FINALLY!!!
Katimsky: Well, why is that? Why is he in love with her?
Brian:She's not just a fantasy. She's got, like, flaws. She's real.&
Katimsky: Thank you
Jordan (to Angela):Can we, like, go somewhere?
Angela:Sure. (As they walk away, he takes her hand).....The best scene ever!!!
Sharon: Angela, wait! Don't forget...the geometry review.
Rayanne:Forget it. She already did.