Degrassi: The Next Generation

Manny: Well, they do say there should be at least... one attractive girl in every band. (Manny flips her hair then walks away) Ellie: Oh you're not calling me ugly! (Jimmy does an "Oh no you didn't" motion with his head)

Craig: Ellie wait! What the hell's going on? Ellie: You tell me! You're the one who called her, you're the one who sat there drooling over her like you were some perv. (Ellie turns and walks away, then turns around again) And this? This isn't me. I don't dress up. Craig: I'm... flattered? Ellie: Don't be... this, this is for the gig. This doesn't mean anything.

(Craig looks over at Marco) Craig: What do I do? Marco: Oh, uh.. woah. I'm just too busy enjoying not being you. (Marco smiles and turns away slowly)

(Ellie throws a drumstick at Manny's head then looks down to the floor) Manny: Did you just throw a drumstick at my head!? Ellie: You could feel it through all that hairspray? Amazing!

Craig: Who cares that I saw it? Manny: I do, okay? You're you. Craig: What do I do? Marco: Oh, well I'm actually too busy enjoying not being you.

Manny: As if it weren't embarrassing enough last night, now you have to see me with my jammies on. I'm sorry I ruined your gig. Craig: Ahh they squatch isn't really cut out for weddings, funerals maybe! Manny: Despite the freak show, I have fun it was nice of you to invite me. Craig: I had ulterior motives. Ever since that video came out, things have sucked for you. So I wanted to cheer you up, make you smile again. Manny: What are friends for? (he looks at her, leans over and kisses her)

(Craig, Marco, Jimmy, and Ellie are in band rehearsal. While Craig is singing Jimmy attemps a guitar solo and they stop) Craig: Look, unless your last name is Hendrix and you've come back to rock us from the grave; no solos while I'm singing. Jimmy: Look, the music you have us playing is lame. Wedding bands are lame, ergo; YOU'RE LAME!

Craig: She's a friend girl if you will. Joey: Take it from someone who knows, there's no such thing.

Manny: What are friends for, right? (Craig leans over and kisses her)

JT: If there's something I can do for you--anything at all--I'll do it. Liberty: You could mangle your male parts in a tragic industrial accident.

Manny: Did you just throw a drumstick at my head? Ellie: You could feel it through all that hairspray? Amazing.

Marco: You said you were going to be a monk. Craig: The monk is tired of the monastery, ok? The monastic life just wasn't for him. And now I have no idea what to do.

Craig: She's cute, she's a friend. She's a friend who happens to be a girl. She's, ummm, she's a friend girl, if you will.

Craig: Joey, that's what you're wearing? Joey: My leisure suit's at the cleaners.

Craig: It's like someone up there wants us to play a wedding. Marco: The god of mediocrity? Jimmy: (as the god of mediocrity) "Downtown Sasquatch go forth and play the chicken dance."