Brandon: First day of school. Strange city, new house, no friends...I'm psyched!

Steve: You got a nose job!
Kelly: Yeah, I did.
Steve: It looks...looks good.
Kelly: Big improvement, huh?
Steve: Well yeah, they took about a foot off.
Kelly: Now I know why I broke up with you.

Secretary: Mr. Clayton, would you please explain to this young man our new restrictions on leather this year?

Scott: I can't find my locker. Number 1533. This place is huge, like five times as big as junior high!
David: Yeah I know, the steps are even bigger. But the babes...are outrageous.

Steve: She is the biggest bitch at West Beverly High. I should know, I went out with her for a year.

Steve: Oh, sure, just put the gas in the ignition and step on the key!

Scott: That is the studliest thing I have ever seen.

Brenda: Just remember me when uh...everybody wants to get into your green room.

Brandon: I mean, she knew everything about me.
Brenda: Even how you used to eat Mom's makeup?

Brandon: Nice house, man.
Steve: This is nothing. You should have seen where I used to live before my parents got divorced.
Brandon: When was that?
Steve: Which time?
Brandon: They've divorced each other twice?
Steve: Oh, amongst other things. There have been other marriages mixed in, other kids, other houses, you know. What, your parents are still together?
Brandon: Yeah.
Steve: Well look, it's not your fault. You've got to stop blaming yourself.

Donna: Oh, how embarrassing. I am wearing both contacts on the same eye!

Brenda: So, who else is in his class anyway?
Brandon: I don't know, uh, Andrea, Donna, Steve Sanders...
Brenda: Dylan McKay?
Brandon: No, he's too smart to take this class.
Brenda: Or too busy chasing blondes?
Brandon: What are you talking about?
Brenda: I just don't understand why every guy's dream girl has to have hair like Daryl Hannah and a body like Kim Basinger.
Brandon: Bren, I'm trying to study here.
Brenda: Well excuse me for living.

Dylan: Hi.
Brenda: Hi.
Dylan: I thought that was you, but didn't your hair used to be a little different?
Brenda: Yes, no, well maybe just a little bit. I hate this color, if that's what you can call it.
Dylan: It's not that bad.
Brenda: If one more person says that...
Dylan: It's not that bad!
Brenda: Don't all you guys out here have a thing for blondes? I mean, that's what you told Kelly.
Dylan: Blondes, brunettes, redheads... girls in tanktops... but, if you really hate that color, I, uh -- I have a friend who does hair and he owes me a favor.
Brenda: Well, I don't really hate the color. But maybe we should still go see him. For a second opinion, or something, don't you think?
Dylan: No problem.
Brenda: I like your butt...I mean your bike.
Dylan: Oh, well thank you. Hop on...my bike, that is.

Brenda: Dylan says it looks incandescent.
Brandon: My friend Dylan?
Brenda: My friend Dylan.

David: I think it's the blonde hair that gets me the most. I have this incredible urge to just sniff it!
Scott: You better not be recording any of this...