Marilyn Dean: Discover a path... that doesn't lead back here.
Madeleine Linscott: Get the picture?
Ofcr. Dwight "Bucky" Bleichert: Technicolor.
Jake Huard: Before you achieve you must believe.
Carl Peterson: You get your first ten-speed bike, and suddenly you're Lance Armstrong.
Dupree: Let's leave Lance out of this. Guy's done more with one testicle than you and I could do with three.
Jack Starbright: Is it just me or are those bankers weird?
Phineus Bantum: I don't know what it is, man, I'm scared, I'm freaking out man, there's something OUT here - is that Abby? Wassup Mama?
Camille: Are you going to jail?
Tyler Gage: No, I'm not going to jail. But they will have to take me to jail if you don't start knocking. Get out of here.
Bartleby Gaines: I could go to jail.
Uncle Ben: Don't worry, you're young. Your butt can take it.
Tanzie Marchetta: You caught me. I guess that, like, makes you my hero.
Tim Steinberg: It has to be a virus. I mean, his computer is probably still logged on. It's just hitting his address book.
Mattie Webber: They said, "Help me."
Stone: Yeah, but viruses always have some important-sounding shit. I mean, just the other day, I got one that said, "Urgent, Stone. Read me now." I mean, that's a natural occurrence. It happens all the time.
Isabell Fuentes: That was from me, you idiot.
Stone: Damn. That was pretty strong.
Marty: I, um, I guess I have some issues.
Olivia: You do?
Marty: You know, people sort of, problems. I have them.
Terrence: Man, that's a white word if I ever heard one. It's a trick. Stop playing.
Matt Saunders: Hannah.
Vaughn Haige: Oh, man, I think she's dead. Time to start the grieving process.
Eli: I've got two chicks back at my place who think I'm Moby.
Malcolm Moore: You know you're an idiot, right?
Sean Porter: I'm making progress. I used to be an asshole.
Reed Cassidy: Some day it'll just end. Everyone will go home, get on with their lives. Tall grass will cover the battlefields. And all the pilots we've lost won't mean a damn thing.