Eric: Faith without risk... is easy.
Annie: And risk without faith, your kind of faith, is scary.
Eric: I love you.
Annie: You're okay.
Ruthie: Who ratted on me?
Annie: Uhm... Your brothers and sisters, the police, three neighbors, and the mailman.
Ruthie: That's what I figured.
Ruthie: You don't know everything.
Simon: Well, I know my phone number when someone asks for it.
Ruthie: And still no one calls.
Ruthie: Ding dongs? That's not my usual.
Eric: You have a usual? You've only been in school for a few weeks.
Annie: Trade Simon for his ho-hos and then use the ho-hos to trade for Lucy's Nutter Butters.
Ruthie: I could... But variety is the spice of life.
[Lucy thinks Mary likes Jimmy and becomes jealous]
Lucy: I know what you thought of him. You thought if he had six more arms he could be a babeloctopus!
Matt: Yeah, well, there's something about jamming a long sharp piece of metal in my arm that gives me a problem.