Balbricker: Now, Mr. Carter. I know this is completely unorthodox. But I think this is the only way to find that boy. Now that penis had a mole on it - I'd recognize that penis anywhere. In spite of the juvenile snickers of some, this is a serious matter. That seducer and despoiler must be stopped; he's extremely dangerous. And, Mr. Carter, I'm certain that everyone in this room knows who that is. He's a contemptible little pervert who... Mr. Carter: Miss Balbricker! Balbricker: Well, I'm sorry, but I've got him now, and I'm not going to let him slip through my fingers again. Now, all I'm asking is that you give me five boys for a few minutes. The coaches can be present - Tommy Turner and any four boys you see fit to choose and we... and we... can put a stop to this menace. And it is a menace. [pause] Balbricker: Well, what are you gonna do about it? Mr. Carter: Five young boys in the nude, a police line-up so that you can identify his tallywhacker. Please, please can we call it a "tallywhacker"? Penis is so ppp... penis is so personal. Balbricker: We can put hoods over their heads to avoid embarrassment. Now listen: we have got to do it, as distasteful as it is. I know it's him. That [pause] Balbricker: tallywhacker had a mole on it. And that mole is the key to it. Mr. Carter: Miss Balbricker, do you realize the difficulty of your request? Now, I would be very happy to, uh, to apprehend the young man myself. But can you imagine what the board of education would say if you were granted a line-up in order to examine their private pa... their private parts for an incriminating mole? Balbricker: But Mr. Carter. Coach Brakett: Mr. Carter, I think I have a way out of this. We, uh, call the police, and we have 'em send over one of their sketch artists. And Miss Balbricker can give a description. We can put up "Wanted" posters all over school... "Have you seen this prick? Report immediately to Beulah Balbricker. Do not attempt to apprehend this prick, as it is armed and dangerous. It was last seen hanging out in the girls' locker room at Angel Beach High School.
Mia Hall: How come you never written a song about me? Adam: I'm not really good at writing about things that make me happy. If you wanna song you're gonna have to like, cheat on me. Mia Hall: What do I have to do for a whole album? Adam: Come on don't get greedy.
Rebecca Evans: Listen to me... all I ever wanted was to be your friend... Sara Matthews: Rebecca, I am your friend... Rebecca Evans: No you're not! Sara Matthews: Yes I am... Rebecca Evans: No. You're not. We're here because you betrayed me. Sara Matthews: Rebecca, I'm your friend... Rebecca Evans: STOP! STOP SAYING THINGS YOU DON'T MEAN! I protected you! I protected you against that WHORE Tracy and that NASTY little kitten! That scum bag of a professor! Even that loser ex-boyfriend of yours! Sara Matthews: What did you do to him? Rebecca Evans: I got rid of them all for YOU