Note to self re: being the Fonz. Mark, you are not the Fonz.
Just promise me we won't do anything else with them. I want to go back to being weird. I like being weird. Weird is all I've got. That and my sweet style.
Sex is for two things: making babies and revenge.
You look like Gandhi... no, wait, not Gandhi, the other one... Bono.
"Yes, that's what I think, and I'm super smart, so it's probably true."
When people get too chummy with me, I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know I don't really care about them.
What's the point of going out? We're just going to wind up back here anyway.
English? Who needs that? I'm never going to England.
College is breaking my spirit. Every single day, telling me things I don't know. It's making me feel stupid.
Liz: Why are you wearing a tux? Jack: It's after 6, Lemon. What am I, a farmer?