Marcus: Dude, you sound like some sort of love-struck idiot.
London: Good Morning.
Marcus: Hi, London.
Emma Tutweiller: Just give yourself an F now if you wrote about Napoleon Dynamite.
Moseby: You rigged this thing to punch me in the face?
Zack: Of course not, I rigged it to punch you in the stomach. I just forgot how short you are.
London: Daddy cut my allowance by a hundred bucks! I am so sick of this recession!
London: You would think she'd have better balance, with those tennis rackets she calls feet.
Zack: I'm sorry i'm late.
Emma Tutweiller: I hope you have a good excuse.
Zack: I'm handcuffed to a workaholic who can't take a punch.
Emma Tutweiller: Huh, That's a new one.