Valerie Malone: Have you ever heard of someone called Jack McKay?
[both Jim and Cindy glare at Valerie]
Jim Walsh: Why do you ask?
Valerie Malone: [thinking fast] Well... uh, no reason really. A professor mentioned his name in a class on business and ethics that I might be auditing.
Jim Walsh: Well, he was a textbook case all right.
Cindy Walsh: Jim.
Jim Walsh: Well, what do you want me to say? He was a businessman. He made a fortune. Lost a fortune. Lost his life when one of his "partners" planted a bomb under his car. In short, he was a crook.
Valerie Malone: [fasinated, but continues to maintain her innocent charade] Wow. Uh... I mean, that's terrible.
Cindy Walsh: Was terrible. We got to know Jack at the end because Brenda used to go out with his son.
Valerie Malone: Wait, you mean that Dylan McKay's related to Jack McKay?
Jim Walsh: You met Dylan?
Valerie Malone: No, not really. I just caught a glimpse of him last...
Jim Walsh: Good. Keep it that way. Stay away from that punk at all costs.
Cindy Walsh: Jim!
Jim Walsh: I'm sorry, but that kid has given our family enough grief to last a lifetime.
Valerie Malone: Please, don't get angry at me, Jim. I'm sorry I brought it up.
Jim Walsh: That's okay. Just don't mention him again.
Valerie Malone: [crossing her fingers under the table; smirks] I woun't. I promise.
Cindy Walsh: You were out late last night.
Valerie Malone: [lying] Yeah, well sorry. After the debate, I drove down to the beach to kind of clear my head.
Cindy Walsh: You should be careful. The beaches can be very dangerous at night.
Valerie Malone: Yeah, that's why I stayed in the car with the doors locked.
Valerie Malone: Is that a cue stick, or are you just happy to see me?
Dylan McKay: Well, the last time I saw you, you were running away. So...
Valerie Malone: I big emergency came up. I had to rotate my tires.
Dylan McKay: You know, you don't look like much of a mechanic.
Valerie Malone: Why? You need a lube job?
Dylan McKay: Who are you?
Alex Diaz: [addressing the student senate] Brandon Walsh is part of a plan to process D'Shawn Hardell though a system of academic apartheid. And make no mistake about it... it's a very profitable system. But how profitable is it going to be for D'Shawn when he leaves C.U. without a real education? And why is it that that these disposable athletes are always young men of color while their tutors are always white boys who just happen to be appointed by the Chancellor to the National Task Force on Education?
Brandon Walsh: Wait a minute. I don't understand what me being on the task force has anything to do with...
Alex Diaz: You're out of order, Walsh!
D'Shawn Hardell: [enters] And you're out of line! Sorry for interrupting, everybody. But my name is D'Shawn Hardell, and what you're accusing Brandon of might have been true, if Brandon was a different kind of person. But fortunately for me, he is who he is. So, I had no choice but to crack open the books. And for that, I'll aways be grateful, because I've been able to maintain my academic eligibility without any help from anyone but myself. And for those of you who don't think I have the God-given intelligence to go to school here... I just have to say, no matter what you think your political agenda is... you're nothing but a racist.
Andrea Zuckerman: [to Jesse about Brandon] He never asks me for my opinion anymore, he never asks me for my take on the issues.
Andrea Zuckerman: Where did you get this?
Alex Diaz: A little birdie gave it to me.
[Smirks at Andrea]