Diedre: Hey Devon, ya know, if you keep messing up, Ernest actually might get a chest.
Ernest: And Diedre might get strong enough to pick up a hot comb.
Jason: I'm trying to get my spot back.
Devon: How? By river-dancing with your drum?
Sean: I've had it with your no talent, wannabe gangster ass! You wanna prove once and for all that I'm better than you? Strap up.
Devon: Bring it on, big brother tin man.
Jason: I DO love my drum.
Devon: I might as well tell you this up front.
Mr. Wade: What's that?
Devon: I can't really read music.
Mr. Wade: Oh, that's all right, son. Some people can't read the sign that says "toilet." Doesn't mean they don't know how to use it.
Devon: Oh snap! Now you can see me?
Dr. Lee: Hit 'em with a little Flight Of The Bumblebee.
