Mike Howell: I really am sorry, Phoebe. I really thought I could beat the panic attacks this time.
Phoebe: It's okay.
Mike Howell: It's not.
Phoebe: No, it's fine.
Mike Howell: No, it's not fine. This is something I really wanted to do for you. Then I ruined it and now we're going back home.
Phoebe: You didn't ruin this.
Mike Howell: Yes, I did. It's my fault. You should be mad at me. Why not?
Phoebe: No. You can't help it, Mike.
Mike Howell: Okay. Thanks.
Tammy: I wish I could play. I'd be in a band with you.
Joan Jett: Yeah, well you can't.
Tammy: I hear Cherie's trying the acting thing. You don't need her. You should go solo. Like Bowie. Bowie's just Bowie, he doesn't need any band.
Joan Jett: They were my songs. I wrote them. She just sang them.
Tammy: Yeah, but people always remember the singer.
Snow White: You're so beautiful.
Queen Ravenna: That's kind, child. Especially when it's said that yours is the face of true beauty in this kingdom. This all must be difficult for you. I too lost my mother when I was a young girl. I can never take your mother's place, ever. But I feel that you and I are bound. I feel it there, your heart.
Melinda Sordino: It's my first day of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomach ache.
Melinda Sordino: It's impossible to listen to Ms. Kane. Her voice sounds like an engine that won't turn over. Plus she laughs at her own jokes.
Melinda Sordino: I hate winter. I've lived in the midwest my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and it ends too late. Why doesn't everyone just move to Florida?
Melinda Sordino: Here's what I learned in Bio. If the seed is planted too deep, it doesn't warm up in time. Once the plant surfaces, it sprouts leaves so it can absorb more sun. If someone picks the flower, the plant grows another bloom to produce more seeds.
Melinda Sordino: It's time for a mental health day. So conjugate this: I cut class. You cut class. He/she/it cuts class.