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: This is where I get my equipment. Marybeth
: You borrow it from science labs? Zeke
: I like to think of it as stealing actually.
: Answer me something, Marybeth. Why are you naked? Marybeth
: Oh. Does it bother you, Zeke, my body? I'm gettin' kinda used to it myself.
: Not today. It's too damn hot, and I got zero fucking tolerance. Miss Burke
: Eat me, you asshole! I'm the one with no tolerance, you pathetic little runt! Student
: Ouch! Come back. Zeke
] What are you going to do? Are you going to call my mother? Miss Burke
: And how am I going to do that, little Zekey boy? Do you even know where she is? Europe? Sri Lanka? Japan? I wonder what remote location she went to this week... to hide from her great, big bastard mistake. I've taken your shit for TOO FUCKING LONG you dickless, drug-induced excuse for a human being! Zeke
: Whoa... woman. What are you on? Miss Burke
: "Woman"? Did you just say "woman"? I'm sick of you, little boy! And if I have to see you peddling your little "Wonder Dust" again, I'm gonna shove my foot so far up your ass, you'll be sucking my toes 'till graduation!
: [to himself
] Whoa! She got some bad shit!
: Guaranteed to jack you up.
: Is she always this much fun, man? Stan
: Sometimes she can be a real bitch.
: Casey, the only person in this school who's an alien is you, man. Casey
: Fuck you, Zeke.
: That's called a gun, man.
: Stan, take it. Stan
: No way, you're takin' it! Casey
: [laughing and obviously high
] You're takin' it!
[Stan picks up gun and points it at Casey
: What the hell is wrong with him? Zeke
: Nothing's wrong with him. He's tweaking you asshole! Let him fucking tweak! Casey
: Tweak! Tweak!
: Zeke, you cannot conduct personal business on school property.
[Zeke sits down on his car
: Well, Miss Burke, we have a problem because I'm sitting on my car and that's my property. Miss Burke
: Well I've had complaints from several students that you've sold them mind-altering substances. Now do you wanna talk to me about it, or take it up with Principal Drake? Zeke
: You're too tense, Miss Burke. But I've got just the thing for ya. Miss Burke
: You know, Zeke, I am the authority figure here, it's time you realized that. Zeke
: Helps relief from blockage caused by dietary stress: Chocolate flavored laxatives. Miss Burke
: You know Zeke, if you applied just 5 percent of that intellect to your studies... Zeke
: Not a chocolate lover, huh? Miss Burke
: ...you could've made up your finals last summer and you wouldn't have had to repeat your senior year. Zeke
: Not a chocolate lover, huh? How about this: Condoms. Magnum Sized. And they're cherry flavored. C'mon... they're on me. Miss Burke
: That's so rude.
: [to Stan
] No pain Stan? If you come in here I'll show you some fucking pain!
[Zeke gives two students fake ID cards
] F'%# Up #1
: Dude, that's not me. Doesn't even look like me F'%# Up #2
: It's 50 bucks right? F'%# Up #1
: Does that look like me? F'%# Up#2
: Uh, it's the new you. F'%# Up #1
: I don't know man. How do we even know these things are gonna work? Zeke
: Trust me man, I'm brilliant. F'%# Up #1
: Then why are you repeating your senior year?
: Yeah, my parents are dead too. Marybeth
: Really? Zeke
: Well, they are still *breathing*, but for all intents and purposes they might as well be dead.
: I'm not putting that hack drug up my nose - it's so eighties! Zeke
: Aliens are taking over the earth. Weigh it!
: [to Marybeth
] Just doin' my part for the deconstruction of America.
: Hello Miss Burke! Miss Burke
: Hello sweety pie, What are you looking for? Zeke
: Ah, nothing important. So maybe you changed your mind about the chocolate laxatives? Miss Burke
: Actually I had my heart set on something cherry flavored, if you know what I mean. Zeke
: Sorry I'm all outta those but I have something else for you. Miss Burke
: Yes? Zeke
: Oh yeah. Miss Burke
: Something tasty? Zeke
] Let me hook you up.
: Here, take this. Casey
: Now Marybeth. Zeke
: Sniff it. Casey
: You're out of your fucking mind! Zeke
: I'm about to take my chances. I leave for five minutes, and when I come back everyone's a fucking alien. Now, if I have to Men In Black your ass, you're gonna fucking take it!
[Casey sniffs it hasefuly
: Happy now?
: I say we go for the coach. He turned Stan. He's the one. Or do you want to wait for them to come to us? Marybeth
: Either way we're completely unarmed. Zeke
: Maybe not. I might have some more skat. In my trunk. Casey
: In your trunk? In your car? Amongst the aliens? Oh, that's convenient. Zeke
: [Holds up his car keys
] You got a better idea?
: Now, you, Delilah. Delilah
: No. Her first. Marybeth
: I'm allergic. Delilah
: Yeah, and I'm Portuguese. Who cares?
: Crusoe was afraid he'd be stuck on the island with nothing but calluses. Miss Burke
: That's not correct Zeke. Isolation was his greatest fear. Zeke
: Yes, but his external existence was in no way compared to his internal agony of the loneliness he felt. Miss Burke
: That's very good. Zeke
: Like I said, calluses.
: This is your big secret? Caffeine pills? Zeke
: [puts a rag on top of packages
] You never saw that.
: [to Marybeth
] So, if anyone finds us in here, just grab a hold of me and pretend we're making out. The punishment is less severe.
: You both take the drug. Casey
: Ohh... showdown!
: [after being told to sniff scat
] Why me first? Zeke
: It's your birthright man, just fucking take it.
: [while seeing 'alien'-Miss Burke looking for her head
] Ah, fuck this, I'm outta here!