6teen

Jonesy: Right, pretend we're listening to poetry. (The group goes still and then bursts into laughter.) Jen: Jonesy! Jonesy: What? You all look like constipated librarians.

Wyatt: Hot record store girl with the fly jeans... YOU SUCK! I hate your stupid jeans! And I hate your new boyfriend's stupid hair! You made me look like a jerk, you ditched me, left me, and you SUCK! I wish I'd never met you!! (screams)

Star:(Talking to Wyatt) You need a healthy way to cleanse your aura, without bugging the crap out of all your friends.

Wayne: So the guy's obsessing over foam. Wow, I thought I had issues. (To Wyatt) Hey, if you're not gonna drink that, I'll have it. Wyatt: Can I take a break? Wayne: I don't know, man. We're pretty busy here... (The camera zooms out, revealing there's no customers in the store). Wayne: Alright, fine, but don't ever say I'm not a great boss...K. (Wyatt dumps his coffee on a dead plant and walks away) Wayne: Hey, if that were alive you could've killed it.

Wyatt: Maybe I should just join a modestary. Then I wouldn't have to worry about girls. Jonesy: Okay, now you're talking freaky talk.