Johnny: What's up Slick?
Johnny: You hit pretty good... for a girl.
Princess: Too bad, too sad.
Princess: Where were you?
Johnny: Chillin' wit Kat. You know, that chick who drives the horse.
Kathy: I'll see you later.
Johnny: You're seeing me now.
Kathy: Oh, I'm seeing you now.
Johnny: Straight up, fact.
Gordon: Who was that?
Kathy: It was this guy who gave me a ride home.
Johnny: Looky, looky in Kat's black booky.
Johnny: It's not where you're from, it where you're at.
Johnny: I'm gonna go across the street and, uh, schling a schlong.
Tommy Winslow: As soon as you're done making sex?
Nick: What was that all about?
Kathy: Forget him, I already have.
Tommy Winslow: Hi Johnny. So what do you think?
Johnny: Yeah, man it's fresh.
Johnny: Sharper than the point on the tip of a nail.
Johnny: You're not wasting my time, I'm just cooling.
Kathy: What are you doing here?
Johnny: Yo, you axed me.
Johnny: Then let's G-O.
Nick: What the hell is that?
Kathy: Don't ask me.