Joey: Uh, Mr. Morgan. Is there any chance we could get Kat to take her Mydol before she comes to class?

Walter: Alright, wait a minute. No drinking. No drugs. No kissing. No tattoos. No piercings. No ritual animal slaughter of any kind. Oh god, I’m giving them ideas…

Bianca: Are you okay?
Cameron: Never been better.

Kat: You’re amazingly self-assured. Has anyone ever told you that?
Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually.

Kat: I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it… I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh; Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around. And the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you; Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Cameron: You know, just because you’re beautiful, doesn’t mean you can treat people like they don’t matter. I mean, I really like you. Okay? I defended you when people called you conceited. I helped you when you asked me to. I learned French for you! And then you just blow me off…