Amber: Ms. Stoeger, my plastic surgeon doesn't want me doing any activity where balls fly at my nose.
Dionne: Well, there goes your social life.
Cher: If it's a concussion, you have to keep her conscious, okay? Ask her questions.
Elton: What's seven times seven?
Cher: Stuff she knows.
[about keeping her virginity]
Cher: You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet.
Mel: Hey you, anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.
Cher: So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.
Cher: As if.
Tai: Do you think she's pretty?
Cher: No, she's a full-on Monet.
Tai: What's a monet?
Cher: It's like a painting, see? From far away, it's OK, but up close, it's a big old mess. Let's ask a guy. Christian, what do you think of Amber?
Mel: You mean to tell me that you argued your way from a C+ to an A-?
Cher: Totally based on my powers of persuasion, you proud?
Mel: Honey, I couldn't be happier than if they were based on real grades.
Tai: Why should I listen to you, anyway? You're a virgin who can't drive.
Cher: That was way harsh, Tai.
Heather: It's just like Hamlet said, "To thine own self be true."
Cher: Hamlet didn't say that.
Heather: I think I remember Hamlet accurately.
Cher: Well, I remember Mel Gibson accurately, and he didn't say that. That Polonius guy did.
Cher Horowitz: So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so.
Travis: I would like to say this. Tardiness is not something you can do on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness. I would like to thank my parents for never giving me a ride to school, the LA city bus driver who took a chance on an unknown kid and last but not least, the wonderful crew from McDonalds who spend hours making those egg McMuffins without which I might never be tardy.
Cher: Isn't my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972.
Cher: He does dress better than I do, what would I bring to the relationship?
Tai: I could really use some sort of herbal refreshment.
Dionne: Oh, well we do lunch in ten minutes. We don't have any tea, but we have Coke and stuff.
Tai: No shit. You guys got Coke here?
Dionne: Well, yeah.
Cher: Yeah, this is America.
Mel: Where are you?
Cher: I'm just having a snack at my girlfriend's.
Mel: Where, in Kuwait?
Cher: Is that in the valley?
Mel: Which reminds me, where's your report card?
Cher: It's not ready yet.
Mel: What do you mean, "it's not ready yet?"
Cher: Well, some teachers are trying to low-ball me, Daddy. And I know how you say, "Never accept a first offer", so I figure these grades are just a jumping off point to start negotiations.
Murray: Woman, lend me fi' dollas.
Dionne: Murray, I have asked you repeatedly not to call me "woman".
Murray: Excuse me, "Ms. Dionne."
Dionne: Thank you.
Murray: Okay, but, street slang is an increasingly valid form of expression. Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not necessarily in misogynistic undertones.
Murray: Your man Christian is a cake boy!
Murray: He's a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde-reading, Streisand ticket-holding friend of Dorothy, know what I'm saying?
Cher: Uh-uh, no way, not even!
Murray: Yes, even; he's gay!
Dionne: He does like to shop, Cher. And the boy can dress.
Cher: Until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value.
Josh: Look, I'm just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself?
Cher: Some people are not lucky enough to be as naturally adorable as you are.
Josh: Stop it, you're making me blush.
Cher: Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said you'd get Jose to do it.
Lucy: He your gardener, I don't know why you no tell him.
Cher: Lucy, you know I don't speak Mexican.
Lucy: I NOT A MEXICAN.
Lucy: [storms off]
Cher: Great, what was that all about?
Josh: Lucy's from El Salvador.
Josh: So, it's an entirely different country.
Cher: What does that matter?
Josh: You get mad if anyone thinks you live below Sunset.
[driving up to a huge house]
Cher: This is where Dionne lives. She's my friend because we both know what it's like for people to be jealous of us.
Cher: I am totally butt crazy in love with Josh.
Cher: Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.
Cher: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?
Cher: I'm captain of the Pismo Beach disaster relief.
Mel: I don't think they need your skis.
Cher: Daddy, some people lost all their belongings. Don't you think that includes athletic equipment?
Mel: What's with you, kid? You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?
Josh: You look like Pippi Longstocking.
Cher: Well you look like Forrest Gump. Who's Pippi Longstocking?
Josh: Someone Mel Gibson never played.
Cher: Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.
Mel: I'd like to see you have a little direction.
Cher: I have direction!
Josh: Yeah, towards the mall.
Cher: [after she and Josh kiss] Well you can guess what happened next...
[we see a couple about to wed]
Cher: AS IF. I am only 16, and this is California, not Kentucky.
Josh: We might get Marky Mark to plant a celebrity tree.
Cher: Oh how fabulous. Getting Marky Mark to take time from his busy pants dropping schedule to plant trees. Why don't you just hire a gardener?
Josh: You know, maybe Marky Mark wants to use his popularity for a good cause - make a contribution. In case you've never heard of that, a contribution is...
Cher: Excuse me, but I have donated many expensive Italian outfits to Lucy, and as soon I get my license, I fully intend to brake for animals, and I have contributed many hours to helping two lonely teachers find romance.
Josh: Which I'll bet serves your interests more than theirs. You know, If I ever saw you do anything that wasn't ninety percent selfish, I'd die of shock.
Cher: Oh, that'd be reason enough for me.
Cher: Christian said he'd call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.
Cher: I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the ladies'.
Cher: Everything I think and everything I do is wrong. I was wrong about Elton, I was wrong about Christian, and now Josh hated me. It all boiled down to one inevitable conclusion, I was just totally clueless. Oh, and this Josh and Tai thing was wigging me more than anything. I mean, what was my problem? Tai is my pal, I don't begrudge her a boyfriend, I really... Ooh, I wonder if they have that in my size. What does she want with Josh, anyway? He dresses funny, he listens to complaint rock, he's not even cute... in a conventional way. I mean, he's just like this slug who hangs around the house all the time. And he's a hideous dancer, I couldn't take him anywhere. Wait a second, what am I stressing about? This is like, Josh! OK, OK, so he's kind of a baldwin, but what would he want with Tai? She couldn't make him happy. Josh needed someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes... in case he ever makes any. Then suddenly...
Josh: Hey, James Bond, in America we drive on the right side of the road.
Cher: I am. You try driving in platforms.
Cher: Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex.
Tai: Cher, you're a virgin?
Cher: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Dionne: Besides, the PC term is "Hymenally challenged".
Cher: You are such a brown-noser.
Josh: Oh, and you are such a superficial space cadet. What makes you think you can get teachers to change your grades?
Cher: The fact that I've done it every other semester.
Cher: Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyer. Even Lucy, our maid, is terrified of him. And daddy's so good he gets $500 an hour to fight with people. But he fights with me for free because I'm his daughter.
Cher: "Second notice on three outstanding tickets." I don't remember getting a first notice.
Mel: The ticket is the first notice! I didn't even know you could get tickets without a license.
Cher: Oh, you can get tickets anytime.
Cher: I felt impotent and out of control. Which I really, really hate. I had to find sanctuary in a place where I could gather my thoughts and regain my strength...
[we see a wide shot of the mall]
Mel: Josh, are you still growing? You look taller than you did at Easter.
Josh: I don't think so.
Mel: Doesn't he look bigger?
Cher: His head does.
Mr.Hall: [as Travis goes to jump out window] And could the suicide attempts PLEASE be postponed until the next period?
Josh: I think I'd really like to check out Environmental Law.
Mel: Why? You want to have a miserable, frustrating life?
Cher: Oh, Josh will have that no matter what he does.
Mel: At least he knows what he's doing. And he's in a good college. I'd like to see you have a little bit of direction.
Cher: I have direction.
Josh: Yeah, towards the mall.
Josh: [while watching news about a war in Bosnia] You look confused.
Cher: Well, I thought they declared peace in the Middle East.
Tai: If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not with him?
Cher: I feel like such a heifer. I had two bowls of Special K, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, 5 peanut butter M&M's and like 3 pieces of licorice.
Amber: Hello, was I the only one listening? I mean, I thought it reeked.
Cher: I believe that was your designer imposter perfume.
Cher Horowitz: I was just totally clueless.
Mel: You drink?
Christian: No, thanks. I'm cool.
Mel: I'm not offering. I'm asking you if you drink. You think I offer alcohol to teenage drivers taking my daughter out?
Christian: Hey man, the protective vibe. I dig.
Cher: You can't be the absolute and final word on drivers' licenses?
DMV Tester: Girlie, as far as you're concerned, I am the messiah of the DMV.
Cher: Are you talking about drugs?
Cher: Tai, how old are you?
Tai: I'll be 16 in May.
Cher: My birthday is in April and as someone older, can I please give you some advice? It is one thing to spark up a doobie and get laced at parties, but it is quite another to be fried all day.
Dionne: Phat! Did you write that?
Cher: Duh. It's like a famous quote.
Dionne: From where?
Cher: Cliff's Notes.
Cher: Dionne and I were both named after famous singers of the past, who now do infomercials.
Cher: Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.
Josh: Hey, in some parts of the universe, maybe not in contempo-casual, but in some parts, it's considered cool to know what's going on in the world.
Cher: Thank you Josh. I SO need lessons from you on how to be cool. Tell me the part about Kenny G again?
Dionne: [about Murray shaving his head] Why do you care what *he* thinks, Murray? I'm the one who has to look at you! What am I gonna do with you now? And right before the yearbook pictures? What am I gonna tell my grandchildren? You know what? That's it...
Murray: That's it!
Dionne: You wanna play games?
Murray: You wanna play games?
Dionne: I'm calling your mother!
Murray: Wait! Don't call my mom! Don't call my mom...
Cher: Sporadically. It means once in a while. Try to use it in a sentence.
Josh: [later] Be seeing you.
Tai: Yeah, I hope not sporadically.
Murray: Woman, why don't you be answerin' any of my pages?
Dionne: I hate when you call me woman.
Murray: Where you been all weekend? What's up? You been jeepin' behind my back?
Dionne: Jeepin'? Jeepin'? No. But, speaking of vehicular sex, perhaps you can explain how this cheap K-Mart hair extension got into the backseat of your car.
Murray: I don't know where that came from. That looks like one of your little stringy somethin' or an others you got over here.
Dionne: I do not wear polyester hair, okay? Unlike some people I know like Shawana.
Cher: Dee, I'm outty.
Murray: Why do you got to go there? Why do you gotta go there? Is it that time of the month again?
Cher: [she side-swipes a parked car] Oh! Should I write them a note?
Cher: That's Ren and Stimpy. They're way existential.
Cher: Okay, so you're probably going, "Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?" But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl.
Dionne: Dude, what's wrong. You suffering from buyers remorse or something?
Cher: God no, nothing like that.
[after taking her drivers test]
Cher: So, how did I do?
DMV Tester: How'd you do? Well, let's just see shall we? You can't park, you can't change lanes, you can't make right hand turns, you damaged private property and you almost killed someone. Off hand, I'd say you failed.
Cher: Ms. Stoger. That machine is just a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Miss Stoger: Thanks for the legal advice.
Dionne: Cher's saving herself for Luke Perry.
Cher: [Referring to Josh] Okay, okay, so he is kind of a Baldwin.
Cher: Wasn't my mom a total Betty? She died when I was young. A freak accident during a routine liposuction.
Tai: Shit, you guys, I have never had straight friends before!
Cher: [an attractive male waiter walks past the girls, who check him out] Survey says?
Dionne: Puny. I like 'em big.
Cher: Ew I hate muscles!
Tai: You know I don't really mind either way. Just as long as his you-know-what isn't crooked. I really hate that.
Cher: Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Cher: [to Josh] Shouldn't you go to school on the East Coast? I hear girls at N.Y.U. aren't at all particular.
Mel: I expect you to walk through this door in twenty minutes.
Cher: It might take longer than that Dad.
Mel: Everywhere in L.A takes twenty minutes.
Cher: [Flushed for her date while Dionne is doing her makeup] I'm still all red!
Dionne: Well I'm making you as white as I can, Cher!
Josh: Hey, just because my mother marries someone else, doesn't mean he's my father.
Cher: Actually, Kato, that's exactly what it means.
Cher: Old people can be so sweet.
Amber: She could be a farmer in those clothes.
Cher: Dionne and her boyfriend Murray are in this dramatic relationship. I think they've seen that Ike and Tina Turner movie too many times.
Cher: [about Josh] A licensed driver with nothing to do? Where would I find such a loser?
Cher: Christian had a thing for Tony Curtis so he brought over "Some Like it Hot" and "Sporadicus".
Cher: Been shopping with Dr. Suess?
Dionne: Well at least I wouldn't skin a collie to make my back pack.
Cher: It's faux.
Mr.Hall: So does anyone have any final thoughts on Cher's oration? Elton?
Elton: Yeah. I can't find my Cranberries CD. I gotta go to the quad before anyone snags it.
Cher: Suddenly a dark cloud settled over first period... I got a C in debate?
Cher: [seeking a match for her teacher] Unfortunately, There was a major babe drought at my school. The evil trolls from the math department were actually married and in the grand tradition of P.E. teachers, Ms. Stoger seemed to be same-sex oriented.
Travis: I joined this program and there's steps. There's... uh...
Travis: Yeah, how'd you know?
Cher: Wild guess.
Cher: Dee, when your allergies act up, take out your nose ring.
Cher: Looks like we're gonna have to make a cameo at the Val party.
Cher: So, this flannel thing. Is that a nod to the crispy Seattle weather, or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?
Amber: [makes W with her hands] Whatever.
Cher: [wondering why she's feels so horrible because of Tai and Josh; looks in a store window] Ooh! I wonder if they have that in my size.
Christian: Thanks, man. You got my mark.
Tai: Ugh, Cher, I don't want to do this anymore, and my buns they don't feel nothing like steel.
Cher: Okay, It will get easier. I promise. Just as long as we do it every day, not just sporadically.
Tai: How do you know if we're doing it sporadically?
Cher: That's another thing Tai we've got to work on your accent and vocabulary. See sporadic means once in a while. Try and use it in a sentence today.
Cher: From now on, we're alternating 'Cindy Crawford's Aerobicize' and 'Buns Of Steel' and reading one nonschool book a week. My first book is 'Fit Or Fat'.
Tai: Mine is 'Men Are From Mars', 'Women Are From Venus'.
Cher: Good. That takes care of our minds and bodies, but we should do something good for mankind or the planet for a couple of hours.
Cher: It's like that book I read in the 9th grade that said "'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people."
Tai: You think I'm a mentally challenged airhead?
Cher: I never said that, I just think you two wouldn't mesh.
Cher: [Talking with Dionne while Murray is coaching her on driving] Actually going all the way is like a really big decision... I can't believe i was so capricious about it... Dee, i almost had sex with him!
Murray: You almost had sex with who?
Murray: Yo, look, are you bitches blind or something?
Josh: So you don't want to make a night of it with the Ring a Ding Kid?
Cher: I don't rely on mirrors so I always take Polaroids.
Mel: We're going to have a NICE FAMILY MEAL.
Christian: Nice stems.
Dionne: So check it.
Mel: What the hell is that?
Cher: A dress.
Mel: Says who?
Cher: Calvin Klein.
Mel: It looks like underwear. Go upstairs and put something over it.
Cher: Duh, I was just going to.
Cher: [Cher almost runs into a biker while taking her drivers test] Oops! My bad!