Amanda: BNJ
Brenda: What's that?
Amanda: Before nose job.

Andrea: Brandon, why is everybody staring at me, I mean, what's--what's wrong?
Brandon: Didn't you forget something?
Andrea: No, I-- [whispers] Oh my God! I forgot my clothes!

Bobby: So, it doesn't seem like your brain's been totally fried by the sun out here.
Brandon: Well, what'd you expect?
Bobby: Well, I thought that every other word would be like, "hey dude, like let's so catch some totally fun, gnarly, radical waves."

Bartender: Hey man...you don't have to flash that fake I.D. every time you come in here.

Border Patrol Officer: Hey, I'm sorry, but we're gonna have to get a legal guardian down here with your birth certificate; or failing that, they'll have to sign a sworn affidavit verifying you a citizen. Unless, maybe you're not an American citizen.
Brenda: Of course I am. It's just that if you call my parents, I'm a dead American citizen.

Andrea: Are you, uh, going to the school dance?
Brandon: No, are you?
Andrea: Uh, no.
Brandon: Personally, I hate to dance.
Andrea: You do?
Brandon: Yeah. I always step on people's toes, I have no sense of rhythm, it's awful.
Andrea: So, you probably wouldn't want to go even if someone asked you?
Brandon: I don't know. Would you?
Andrea: Well, I have fundamental ideological problems with teenage social rituals that basically do nothing but exacerbate fears of total insecurity and inferiority over one's appearance while frenetically exploiting, and I must hasten to add, distorting, the feminine ideal. I mean, in an act which reaches it's apogee with the election of the spring queen.
Brandon: Was that a yes or a no?
Andrea: What was the question?

Andrea: Funny me. I thought what we had was personal.
Chris Suiter: Look, Andrea, If you were just five years older...
Andrea: If I were just five years older you would still be cheating on your girlfriend!

Andrea: Everybody, you remember Jake Thurman, don't ya?
Kelly: Yeah!
Steve: You know the Blaze hasn't been the same since you left.
Jake: Yeah.
Andrea: And what am I, chopped liver?
Steve: Yeah!

Amanda: Dammit.
Kelly: What?
Amanda: It's after midnight!
Brenda: So what? Do frat boys turn into pumpkins?
Amanda: No, they turn into drunken slobs.

Brandon: [to Steve] Admit that you're a horse's ass.

Andrea: If 4 out of 10 marriages end in divorce, and Kelly's mom's been divorced 3 times and David's dad's been divorced once, then they've already beat the odds; between them both they've been divorced 4 times, this marriage is gonna last forever.

Brandon: Actually, I'd say you're doing just fine.
Emily Valentine: I was, 'til I broke the 11th Commandment, "Thou shalt not go out with Brenda Walsh's boyfriend."
Brandon: That's my fault, I was the one who told her.
Emily: It's not your fault, Brandon, and it's not Dylan's. It's not mine, either. If Brenda had a problem, she should have said something to me.
Brandon: She didn't really have a chance, things happened kinda fast.
Emily: So I like guys, so guys like me, what's wrong with that?

Brandon: Donna, gum is not food.

Andrea: Look, I feel like a fool for coming but...I don't care, all I know is, I don't want to turn into some deranged axe murderer...or...or worse yet...wake up one morning, ten years from now, and suddenly realize that I totally missed out on high school.

Brandon: Come on, Dad, you know how hard I work. And last night Nat tells me that I can't go to Palm Springs this weekend with all of my friends because his sister's sick, and now I have to work all weekend, but you don't hear me complaining, do ya?
Jim: Yes.