Jodi: Are you in or are you out?
Sabrina: In.

Darla: Air raid!

Senior: Propose to Mr. Dawson.
Freshman: Will you marry me?
Dawson: Don't know. What's in it for me?
Freshman: Anything you want.
Dawson: Anything?
Freshman: Anything.
Dawson: Go like this. *opens his mouth, she does it too* Do you spit or swallow?
Freshman: Whatever you like.
Dawson: Whatever I like. I would definetly marry you.

Tony: So you're not gonna go to law school? What do you want to do then?
Mike: I wanna dance.

Slater: Are you cool man?
Mitch: Like how?
Ron: Ok.
Pink: He was just asking if you get high.

Senior girl: Why are guys such pigs?

Wooderson: That's what I love about these high school girls man. I get older, they stay the same age.

Clint: Well who the hell are you man, Issac fucking Newton?

Tony: So there I am, getting it on with this perfect female body and...
Mike: What?
Tony: I can't, I'm too embarrassed.
Mike: No, you can't give a set up like that and not follow it through.
Tony: Well, it had the head of Abraham Lincoln. Top hat, beard, everything.

Wooderson: Man, it's the same bullshit they tried to pull in my day. If it ain't that piece of paper, there's some other choice they're gonna try and make for you. You gotta do what Randall Pink Floyd wants to do man. Let me tell you this, the older you do get the more rules they're gonna try to get you to follow. You just gotta keep livin' man, L-I-V-I-N.

Slater: This place used to be off limits man 'cause some drunk freshman fell right down the middle smacking his head on every beam man. Autopsy said he only had one beer, how many did you have?
Mitch: Four.
Slater: You're dead man, you're so dead.