You're tacky and I hate you.
Menlo
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You're tacky and I hate you.
Menlo
Miss Finster: Don't get smart! T.J.: This is school. Aren't you supposed to, like, encourage that or something?
Gretchen: Grace is one of the most classic things to fall from. Gus: That and the monkey bars.
I love Muriel dearly but I've never met anyone who could benefit more from smoking a little weed.
Miss Grotke
Life is short. Deny the meeting request.
Menlo
I like to hang out under the mistletoe at parties to make everyone really uncomfortable.
Miss Finster
If it weren't for my total commitment to world peace, I'd kick your sorry little...
Miss Grotke
T.J.: Well, I'd rather die than live stifled by these damn rules! T.J.: *skateboards away '90s style*
The classroom is no place for enjoying yourself.
Miss Finster
I wish I was at home reading funny stories in binary.
Gretchen
Mikey: Oh, the sweet irony of his death. Designed for this life, yet never meant to endure it... Vince: What happened? Mikey: I dropped a goldfish cracker in the bathtub.
Mikey: T.J., can I ask you something about Menlo... T.J.: Yes Mikey, I still don't know if Menlo is his first or his last name.
Miss Finster: *plays "The Otter Dance" for the kids* Miss Finster: That's a real popular song! Who wants to hear of it fifty times more?
Gretchen: Will you be serious for a minute? T.J.: Thirty seconds is my limit.
Miss Grotke: I'm so angry I feel like swearing! Miss Finster: Oh, Grotke, you wouldn't swear at us. Miss Grotke: Go fuck yourself, Muriel.
Miss Finster: In my day, dinosaurs didn't skate around with a bunch of ninnies in costumes. Mr. Dude: *to Miss Grotke* In her day, the dinosaurs were REAL. Miss Finster: I heard that.
T.J., please don't pronounce 'hors d'oeuvres' as "horse divorce" again.
Gretchen