l Barker: Well, I got homework in maths, further maths and advanced further maths.

sh Barker: There's no one else I like. Just Tania... And I like her a lot.

ian Johnson: But I'm closer to me than anyone. We're practically inseparable.

sh Barker: Sometimes, Brian, it's like I'm talking to myself. ian Johnson: Yeah, I get that! Mostly when I'm on my own...

sh Barker: All this time he could have turned me in, but he hasn't. ian Johnson: Yeah, what an idiot!

phie-morphed-as-Mel: Sometimes people call me Sophie. Not often. ychiatrist: I see. And who is it who calls you by this other name? phie-morphed-as-Mel: No one.

ychiatrist: Where were you originally from? phie-morphed-as-Mel: Nowhere. I-I mean, Earth.

te Walker: So tomorrow's the big date. [leaves] l Barker: Date? sh Barker: Fight. l Barker: Pete wants to fight? sh Barker: With me. Pete wants to fight with me. He said it to me. l Barker: But he was looking at me. sh Barker: He's got a squint.

ian Johnson: I want to sing. I want to dance. I want to fiddle on the roof.

ian Johnson: Who mentioned the Head? I'm going straight to Santa! You'll be in SO much trouble!

ian Johnson: Everyone should have something people can remember them by, a neon sign is one of them.

sh Barker: [to a girl he just asked out] Don't forget to ring your blips!

te Walker: [to Josh about Tania] You need an entire asteroid to hit earth and wipe out the entire human race. And after that, maybe... just maybe she'd like you.

ian Johnson: Cupid hath pierthed their hearths with hith arrowth. phie Johnson: Thorry?

ndy Richardson: [about Justin Timberlake] Entertaining - if you have the intellect of a cauliflower.

ian Johnson: Freaking nutcase!

phie Johnson: [reading about Valentine's Day on the Galactic Guidebook]... celebrating something called... romance. ian Johnson: So it's a day of gladiatorial combat? cy Barker: Romance, not Romans!

ian Johnson: [reading the book's spine] Shakespeare, by Romeo and Juliet.

. Whiteside: I imagine you know why you're here. te Walker: [sadly] Yes, sir. sh Barker: [stamps on Pete's foot] No, sir. He meant no, sir.

phie Johnson: [her desired wedding ring] Something with gold and diamonds. ian Johnson: [off-handedly] Yeah, something like that. phie Johnson: No, something *with* gold and diamonds.

ian Johnson: [flipping a coin] Two of hearts!

ent Clements: I wouldn't say I made any of this. I'd say I merely invited a range of fabulous ingredients to have a party in your taste buds at gas mark delicious.

ian Johnson: [Brian has decided to become a knight and has telephoned a zoo in his search for a dragon to slay] Hello there, do you have any dragons? Well, do you have anything that looks like a dragon? A lizard, you say? Does it breathe fire? ...No. Well, okay, can I chop off its head? hort pause as person on phone talks] ian Johnson: Actually, I'm not sure it's possible to do *that* to yourself.