Cher Horowitz: So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so.
Mel: Don't tell me those brain-dead lowlifes are calling me again.
Cher: They are your parents.
Cher: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?
Cher: I am totally butt crazy in love with Josh.
Christian: Thanks, man. You got my mark.
Amber: She could be a farmer in those clothes.
Cher: Christian said he'd call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.
Cher: It's like that book I read in the 9th grade that said "'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people."
Cher: That's Ren and Stimpy. They're way existential.
Cher: Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Mel: We're going to have a nice family meal.
Cher: So, this flannel thing. Is that a nod to the crispy Seattle weather, or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?
Cher Horowitz: I was just totally clueless.