Keisha: You're Hillary, right?
Hillary Gold: Yeah.
Keisha: I'm Keisha. And I don't like your skinny ass.
Vicky Gold: Now, I want you to get changed for the play, because you're going.
Dave Gold: Fine. I'll go, but I'll tell you right now, I'm not gonna like it.
Vicky Gold: Dave, it's a high school play. Nobody's gonna like it.
Hillary Gold: This girl Keisha and I got into a fight, and I... kind of punched her.
Dave Gold: Keisha? Wh-What'd you... you beat up a black girl?
Hillary Gold: What makes you assume she's black? Isn't that a little racist of you?
Dave Gold: Not as racist as you beating her up.
Vicky Gold: Well, how would you feel if your dad didn't show up for your things?
Dave Gold: Hey, when I was his age, my things were smoking doobs and grabbing boobs.
Keisha: Who do you think you are? There are only eight black guys at our school, and what makes you think you get one of them?
Hillary Gold: Keisha, there could be 8,000 black guys at our school, and I still don't think you'd get one.
Hillary Gold: [to Taye] Wait, you're breaking up with me?
Hillary Gold: Why? I mean, is this because I'm grounded? Because I can just sneak out.
Taye: It's not that. You can't go around thugging on people. You're a hater.
Hillary Gold: No, it wasn't like that at all.
Taye: I'm sorry, but I can't go out with someone who solves their problems with violence.
Taye: Plus, she's way too clingy. If I was actually hitting it, it'd be one thing, but life's too short.