Ozzie: My friend bet me 50 bucks that I couldn't get you to dance with me. I'll split it with you.
Naomi Clark: I'll give you a hundred to go away now.
Debbie Wilson: [teaching Annie how to drive] Okay, remember to fasten your seatbelt, make sure your mirrors are adjusted.
Annie Wilson: I got it.
Debbie Wilson: And?
Annie Wilson: And... and don't play the radio too loud, don't drive when tired, and don't get distracted by the other kids in the car.
Debbie Wilson: So, did Ethan finally ask you to homecoming?
Annie Wilson: [short snort of laughter] Way to slip that one in. Um, kind of. We're going to hang when we get there, but we're not actually going together.
Debbie Wilson: Annie. I just distracted you.
Annie Wilson: Oh, well that was sneaky!
Debbie Wilson: That's my point.
[Ryan caught Kimberly buying drugs at homecoming]
Harry Wilson: I will take these.
Ryan Matthews: And?
Harry Wilson: Take care of it.
Ryan Matthews: That's it?
Harry Wilson: And you can go now.
Ryan Matthews: No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me exactly what is gonna happen, okay? She comes into my classroom...
Harry Wilson: [interrupting] Ryan, I told you before to stay out of this.
Ryan Matthews: Yeah, and maybe that's why the problem's getting worse, Harry.
Harry Wilson: I got it covered.
Ryan Matthews: Really? You have it covered? That's why there's dogs running around, sniffing lockers at school. And you busted the wrong kid, and now you've got kids buying drugs at dances, okay?
Harry Wilson: Can you please keep your voice down?
Ryan Matthews: No, I'm not going to keep my voice down, all right? I'm tired of this crap. You don't know how to deal with these kids, and you don't know how to protect them, and I'm going to the board. 'Cause you don't know what you're doing. Okay? And if they don't listen, I'm going to the L.A. Times.
Kimberly MacIntyre: Oh, for God's sakes. I'm a cop, you dumbass.
Ryan Matthews: [pause] What?
Debbie Wilson: If you ever kiss my husband again, or touch him, or look at him in the wrong way, you and I will have a very big problem.
Tracy Clark: [sarcastically] Gosh, I don't know how I would get through the day knowing that you were angry at me.
Debbie Wilson: Let me define "big problem", just so we're clear: I will hit you in the face so hard, I will knock your teeth out. You enjoy the rest of your evening, Tracy. I know I will.