Kelly: So far, we kissed each other in your living room, in my cabana, and we got in the water today.
Dylan: So, what? You're makin' a list? [kisses her] There's another one.
Kelly: You're crazy.
Dylan: Eh, I've been accused of worse.

Kelly: They're off in Paris having the time of their lives, and we're stuck here ... miserable.
Dylan: To tell you the truth, I'm not that miserable.
Kelly: To tell you the truth, neither am I.

Kelly: Truce?
David: Sweetheart...this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

Kelly: You didn't say this was a date call.
Brandon: It's not. I met her at lunch, she dropped her Latin paper.
Kelly: Who would wanna date a girl who takes Latin?

Mel Silver: You're gonna love this place, it's one of my favorite resaurants.
Jackie Taylor: Oh, It's gorgeous.
Kelly: Mom, isn't this the place that gave, uh, Lori food poisoning?
Jackie: I don't think so.
David: So, Kel, you ever dream this would happen?
Kelly: Not in my wildest, Freddy Krueger nightmares.
Mel: Well, Kelly I hope we're not dragging you away from your friends tonight, but Jackie and I thought that having dinner together would be fun.
Kelly: Why?
Jackie: So that I could get to know David and so that you could get to know Mel.
Kelly: Let me tell you something about Kelly, Mel. To know her is not to love her.
Jackie: Kelly!
Mel: Well, that's not what I hear. Or rather, see, on video.
David: Dad, you're embarrassing me.
Kelly: I hardly think that that's possible.
Jackie: David, your father tells me that you're West Beverly's video historian.
David: Yeah. Something like that.
Kelly: I can hardly turn around anymore without that obnoxious video lens being stuck right in my face.
David: It's nothing personal.
Kelly: No, it's just a little perverted. What do you call those guys, uh, voyeurs or something...
Jackie: Kelly...
Mel: David, I forbid you to commit one more inch of videotape to that gorgeous face.
Kelly: Thank you. I thought I was gonna have to get one of those restraining orders to keep him away from me.
Jackie: Let's order.
Kelly: Actually, I've lost my appetite.
Mel: You'll be missing out, Kelly, really. This restaurant has one of the best chefs in town.
Kelly: Well. I knew there must have been some reason why you dragged us here.
Jackie: Kelly! That's enough!
Mel: How 'bout a drink, to start.
Kelly: A drink? You want my mother to order a drink?
Jackie: I'll have a mineral water.
Mel: Whatever.
Kelly: Because the last thing you do is ask a recovering alcoholic what she wants to drink!
Jackie: KELLY! Why don't you just shut up?!

Melissa: Just for a second I would like to be a teenage girl...and not a damn baby machine.

Mr. Pitts: Uh, David, uh... what's with, uh, you and Donna and the old mattress mambo?
David: Well, I just want us both to share the intimacy of a real relationship.
Mr. Pitts: Wow. Wow, what a rap! Dr. Martin, Felice... you buy that?
Dr. Martin: Well, as a doctor I'm familiar with the hormonal drives of young adults... but I leave all the parenting to Felice.
Felice Martin: And I don't buy it. Call me old-fashioned, but... I don't believe in the motives of young men who wear earrings.
[David takes off earrings.]
Mr. Pitts: What earring? Look at this, the guy's willing to sacrifice for a shot at your daughter.
David: Dr. Martin, Mrs. Martin, I love Donna. Not just for her body, but for her mind.
Mr. Pitts: Woah.
David: And... if she has sex with me, I promise, I'll marry her.
Mr. Pitts: Woah, I think we've exposed some raw honesty, I'll tell you what... I'll spring for the condoms, what do you say, Felice?
Felice: Well, I guess in that case, it's alright! Donna, if you're listening, sweetheart... we give you our blessing to do the wild thing with David.

Nat: You know, the improvement from one week to the next is remarkable.
Brandon: Oh, yeah. The kids are showing a lot of promise.
Dylan: But, we still need a pitcher that can put the ball over the plate.
Nat: Yeah, but win or lose, the most important thing is how good the kids feel about themselves.
Brandon: Absolutely.
Nat: Totally.
Dylan: Yeah, I mean, in the long run, that's all that counts.
Brandon: Absolutely.
Nat: Totally.

Neil: What did I say, and why are you making me do this in front of a bunch of strangers?
Allison: Why not? You're as much a stranger to me as they are!
David: [holding video camera] I'm sorry, could you guys get a little bit closer together? I can't seem to get you both in the shot.
Neil: Do you mind?!
Neil: [to Andrea] Excuse me. [to Allison] Ally, honey, at the risk of sounding like a sexist pig, I have to ask, is it that time of the month?

Roger Azarian: Survival of the fittest, Walsh. It's kill or be killed.
Brandon: Talking about the jungle or Beverly Hills?
Roger: Same difference.

Roger: Want a beer?
Brandon: No, thanks.
[Roger is holding a gun.]
Brandon: What are you doing with that thing?
Roger: Target practice.

Sandy: You know, the way my head is pounding, I don't think anything could make me happy tonight.
Brandon: Not even the sight of 10,000 wild and crazy grunion having an orgy on the beach?

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.

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

Scott: W-why does this class have to be co-ed?
David: It's much better this way.
Scott: Why?
David: Because when they start talking about sex things with guys around, it gets them in the mood