I'm going to teach you the art of swordsmanship-or in other words, how to totally kill someone with a sharp, pointy thing.

Moth, that wasn't very nice.

Snow, get behind me!" Charming shouted as he leaped to his feet. "I'll handle this brute." "Billy", the teacher cried. "This is the twenty-first century, Women don't need the white knight routine anymore. I can fight my own battles.

..when the first rubber ball smacked her in the head and made her brains rattle in her skull, she knew that something about this dodgeball game was different

I ate her cooking for eighteen years," he whispered. "You get used to it." "Oh yeah, when?" "I think it happened around the seventeenth year," Henry said.

That's why crazy people are so dangerous. You think they're nice until they're chaining you up in the garage.

And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?