Kat: Ohmigod, he so squinched you!
Roshni: I'm reading this really weird book about cows and *whispering* people who have sex with them.
Kat: Sounds like something Sarah would read- ow! (Sarah hit my arm!)
Sarah: doo doo doo..
Roshni: What does Sarah read?!?
Kat: Weird and seedy stuff.. *rubbing her arm* ow..
Roshni: Heh, you gotta be careful..
Kat: Naah, i do this to Sarah everyday. She forgives me every now and then.
Kat: new bag?
Sarah (brightly): It's a briefcase!
Kat: ..satchel?
Sarah: It's called a briefcase.
Kat: Have you got any briefs in it?
Sarah: Ha ha HA. No.
Kat: Well it wouldn't surprise me..
Sarah: Mmm that would be Craig's bag.
Kat: No, i'm not feeling my ass, i'm checking my pockets for notes.
Kat: your hair is all different colours.
Sarah: It's not green, it's not green-
Kat: -I didn't say it was green-
Sarah: -It's not green, it's not green-
Kat: -i know, it's black and blonde-
Sarah: -it's not green, it's not green, it's not green-
Kat: -and green -Oooo!
Sarah: Ha ha! I'm gonna slap you over, bitch!
Kat: I meant brown! it's your fault!
Sarah: Freudian slip..
Sarah: She is not a slut - she is horizontally accessible.
D. Gray: "..following Anna's suggestion of.." blah blah blah, i've read that bit.
Kat: He has like, a really lazy eye.
Lisa: Oh i hate that..
Kat: So i never quite knew where to look.. it looked in the complete other direction and it was like, brown.
Lisa: So it's almost like someone else's eye... there's like, someone on the other side of the world with his other eye!
Sarah: Craig's coming around later to teach me poker. God knows why.
Kat: Eh..?
Sarah: Yup. Should be fun. I've never played.
Kat: Oh POKER. I thought you said Craig was coming around to teach you to polka.
Sarah: *laughing* no..
Kat: I was wondering why the fuck Craig was gonna teach you a polka..
D. Gray: Joddess of garage.. er, goddess of marriage. Something like that.
Kat: Oh yep, i remember.. i think.. no.
Izzy: Did you make that up?
Kat: Yes.
Izzy: It's beautiful.
Kat: Thankyou.
P. Doig: Sperm is an abbreviation.
Kat: Oh you left-handed freak.
Izzy: So is Tim.
Kat: ..i know.
Sarah (totalling marks): 18, 19, 20. So you get a.. 7. Hehehe.
D. Gray: Manuals kept by priests prescribed the appropriate sacrifice.. that's PREscribed..
Kat: like a doctor's prescription..
D. Gray: Exactly.
Kat: "kill an ox and call me in the morning.."
D. Gray: The haruspex was the guy who would read the entrails..
Class: ...whaaaat...
D. Gray: Read the entrails. I'm going to have to do a pretty sophisticated lesson on Epicurism and Stoicism sometime, aren't i?
Roshni: Riiiiight.
Blake: All i ever wanted was my own way..
Okay, from "That 70s show" (had to include it):
Eric: My head hurts.
Red: That's your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.
C. Harter: The only way we're going to build this scene.. is by building it.
Kat: What are you doing?
Tim: I've done 10.
Kat: 10 what?
Tim: press-ups.
Kat: Why are you doing press-ups? you can talk to me after you've hung up with me -er, you can do press-ups after.. oh fuck it.
Tim: Sean Connery wins, like, SO big!
Tim: No, i don't want to kill the poor people.. i want them to die.
Tim: If we had an earthquake and all the poor people living in shacks and bad state housing died, that'd kick ass.
Tim: You win a lifetime supply of... forks!
Kat: forks? how many-
Tim: -yeah, how many forks does one person need in their lifetime? ...depends on whether you have dinner parties or not and people turn up and go, "Ooo, these are nice forks, let's take 'em home.." ..i mean, if you keep having dinner parties of like, 50 people, you're gonna need about 20,000 forks. That's a lot of forks.
Ceilidh: How'd you hurt your elbow?
Kat: Fell off the bed - it's carpet burn.
Ceilidh: But you don't have carpet in your bedroom..
Kat: Not my bed..
Ceilidh: Oh. Okay then!
Kat: She's easy to control.. just tighten her leash.
Chessa: Yes well, i'll just say that i hate your guts - that doesn't really make you feel better, does it?
Amy: Is this everyone? 7 people?
D. Gray: With any luck!
Hanz: Oooo! i can breathe out of one nostril!
Kat: Shyeah, okay. How can any war be civil.
Emma: Is it gonna be "The Revival of Old Roman Virtues"?
D. Gray: Okay, new paragraph. New heading: "The Revival of Old Roman Virtues".
Kat: Gawd, Emma, how'd you know?
D. Gray: She's been reading my mind..
Emma: Or my book.