Matthew Lillard: Cereal
Cereal Killer : When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things. What? It's Corinthians one, chapter thirteen verse eleven.
Cereal Killer : Spandex: it's a privilege, not a right.
English Teacher : [written on a blackboard and spoken out loud] Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
Cereal Killer : Ozzy Osbourne
English Teacher : Name?
Cereal Killer : uhh... Emanuel Goldstein, sir.
English Teacher : You, however, are not on my list.
Cereal Killer : Whoa! This isn't woodshop class?
Cereal Killer : FYI man, alright. You could sit at home, and do like absolutely nothing, and your name goes through like 17 computers a day. 1984? Yeah right, man. That's a typo. Orwell is here now. He's livin' large. We have no names, man. No names. We are nameless!
Cereal Killer : We have just gotten a wake-up call from the Nintendo Generation.
Cereal Killer : I kinda feel like God.