- Paige: Ninth grade, my date is orange and I'm sporting a screaming sunburn. Tenth grade, our limo driver, Jim Boy Jed the criminal, delievers us in a cop cruiser. Eleventh grade, it gets worse. Happed up on painkillers, I arrive with a date who doesn't like girls on the special bus! Hello everyone! Happy prom! This is so perfectly festive!
- Jimmy: Are you finished?
- Paige: No. My armpits hurt!
- Hazel: More than your armpits will hurt if you don't shut your pie hole! I wanted this to be special for him and all you can do is whine!
- Marco: Uh, if the tantrums been thrown...
- Hazel: One more thing. Manny stepped up and ran the Spirit Squad for you while you were too self-involved! All she wanted was a thank you, but could you give her that? Oh no!
- Paige: She was horrible to me!
- Hazel: But can you tell me why you had to be more horrible back? Why you always have to be more horrible?
- Manny: You made me be the mascot.
- Paige: You made me look stupid.
- Manny: You took credit for my work!
- Paige: You got Matt fired!
- Manny: YOU... I don't remember, but you started it!
- Paige: I'll keep going! You stress me at Spirit Squad! You make me look like full fat spaz!
- Manny: You know what? Shut up! You're just jealous.