Principal James: You know who did that to my car, don't you?
Pierre: He may have been black, or hispanic.
Principal James: ...Let me know if you remember...
Caitlin: I'd kill to dance like that. It's like sex on hardwood.

Rock: Doctor's note. I can't dance, I have a heart condition.
Pierre: Interesting man, your doctor. Not many doctors write notes on three-hole paper.

Morgan: I've never seen anyone move like that before.
Sasha: I'm sure.

Pierre: I want to teach your kids to dance.
Principal James: If theres' one thing they can do, it's dance.
Pierre: Ballroom dance? Waltz, the foxtrot?
Principal James: Ok, where's the camera? Because if you're saying that you want to teach my kids the foxtrot I have to be on TV.

Ramos: I'm so fly I can make anyone look good.

Ramos: Who died?
Pierre: Apparently your manners...

Pierre: Thank you.
LaRhette: Uh-huh.
Pierre: I believe the appropiate response is "you're welcome"
LaRhette: Uh-huh.

Caitlin: Mr.Dulaine? Morgan says the kids you teach up town are a bunch of no-talent losers.
Pierre: You cannot always believe what Morgan says.
Caitlin: I would really like to join them.