Lord James Browning Sr.: Oh! From Eden? I must say, who are your parents?
Riley: Oh! Yes! Lord... Voldemort.
Riley: Check it out, aliens from planet prep school.
Riley: I think we should.
Brian: Oh, yeah, right. Bond doesn't get the girl 'til after the movie.
Brian: En Garde.
Riley: Thou like-ith the Lakers?
Brian: King Shaqith of Neal douth rule-ith the Lane.
Chloe: Sorry James, but, I play to win.
James: You know, sometimes you win one thing, and you lose another.
Riley: Uh, Brian! It's this way.
Brian: No, it's this way. Hey, I found a short cut.
Riley: What's a girl to do?
Dylan: Flying Mallets! That ought to play well with the judges.
James: I've got a foot on it. You might want to check your shoes next time before you leave the loo.
Chloe: Lou who?
James: The WC, the loo, the toilets.
Dylan: Just stab her.
Riley: What did thou think-ith of Dodgers this fortnight?
Brian: Me think-ith they suck-ith.
Riley: For sure-ith.
James: Thanks for rescuing me tonight. I never get a chance to do this. I never got to be someone.
Chloe: You already are someone, I mean. Our parents got to be kids. Now it's our turn.
