About quotes:

• Matt: Quoting anything is lame.
• Rachaelanne: Stop quoting me! It's rude! Like pushing someone on stage in their pajamas!
• Dallin: If that goes on your quotes page, die you shall.
• Rachaelanne: You could choose quotes that make me seem sane! I'm going to practice utter silence. No. Utter saneness. From now on. Nothing I say will be at all strange or awkward. Tea is good. With biscuits. And a hint of lemon.

From Jake:

• Jake: I wonder if Dora was part of Dal's missionary training.
• Jake: I mean if I told him about every girl that hit on me, well there would have to be a seperate newsletter.

From Dallin:

• Heather: Dallin! *tackles*
  • Dallin: *wonders what it would be like to be tackled by a wheelchair*
• Dallin: I'z shocked-eth-est
• Dallin: Luck and I are not friends, not even like friends on facebook friends. I'm pretty sure Luck has me blocked on myspace and facebook AND msn. That's pretty harsh if you ask me.
• Dallin: Don't forget, I may have a year and 8 months to go, but I'm not afraid to push a cripple down the stairs.
• Dallin: Okay, so if he at least pretended to be a decent person, and had muscle tone, he'd be me?
• Dallin: Moroni had all the right in the world to be emo. He was the ORIGINAL emo kid. Not like today's posers.
• Dallin: Matt mixes mashed potatoes and spaghetti together. Rather accurately resembles vomit... with noodles.
• Dallin: Hello, my name is Patrick Arrington, and I'm currently banging that girl who drove you insane back in the day.
• Dallin: I'll need some feedback on this one, it's the first time I've tried to teach a principle while high.
• Dallin: As in so you've got me beat, shaddup.
• Heather: I'm showing her how to be a horrible person.
  • Dallin: You spread our misery. I'll spread the gospel.
• Dallin: At least I date people BEFORE I screw them.
  • Heather: I'm telling your momma!
• Dallin: Sadly enough, my mom joined facebook. I'm not allowed to have emo statuses anymore. :'(
• Dallin: I'm just glad the computer is there to babysit you when I'm not, heaven only knows you're barely fit to be out of diapers.
• Dallin: I'm glad you enjoy my long letters, because there are starving children in Africa who don't get ANY letters.
• Dallin (to Kendra): Don't let anatomy class fool you. It looks like a pepsi bottle. That whole banana thing is a bunch of lying hoo-hockey.
  • Dallin (to Heather): That's why you like Pepsi so much.
• Heather: You love me, Dallin.
  • Dallin: With all my heart and soul, the crumpled black and jackasstastic things they may be.
• Dallin: I went through someone else's email, files, directory, and internet, and myspace, and put anything incriminating or suspicious on an external hard drive. I'm pretty sure it was totally illegal.
• Heather: I hate cinnamon rolls.
  • Dallin: HERETIC! UNBELIEVER! FAITHLESS SOUL! BURN FOR YOUR SINS!

From Matt:

• Matt: You have found the ONE THING wrong with this fanfic.
• Matt: Chapter one of Twilight made me STERILE.

From Rachaelanne:

• Rachaelanne: Guys who do ballet are SEXY.
  • Heather: No no no. Guys who wrestle are sexy. Guys who do ballet are freaky. I know it's the same outfit, and the wrestlers touch each other all the time, but ballet dudes are still the gay ones.
• Rachaelanne: You aren't a bonehead! Only men can be boneheads!
• Heather: I don't think anyone has ever killed herself with a box of tissues.
  • Rachaelanne: There's a first time for everything, they say.

From Kendra:

• Kendra: Dallin's a religious figure. Like the Pope.
• Kendra: I've touched frozen cow hearts that I know for a fact are much warmer than his!
• Kendra: If he mates with that girl, his baby will look like a goth My Little Pony!
• Kendra: Why is it every time I talk to you it's like a soap opera? You leave when there's a commercial, take too long, and when you come back, OH DAMN I MISSED THE GOOD PART!

From Charlie:

• Heather: What do boys do for fun, anyway? Other than video games and sex?
  • Charlie: Hey, I like video games and sex... Let's not be biased here.
• Charlie: Apparently, Canadians get the most upset when someone cuts in front of them in line. We HATE it. We will start wars over it... Wars using our 23 marines and half a submarine.
• Charlie: I don't have a sense of fashion. At all. I always walk around looking like a girl who gets all her clothes from Goodwill. It's actually pretty sad.
  • Heather: My dad shops at Goodwill. That's where he got my favourite leather jacket.
  • Charlie: Oh...um...
  • Heather: Of course, I then found the marijuana in the pocket.

From Andrew:

• Heather: What are you doing with my phone?
  • Andrew: Reading your texts from Dallin.