Lauren: Steven, have you lost your mind?
Steven: Why does that question keep popping up?

Lauren: You okay?
Harry: Oh, well, between us splitting up and me not owning a computer, I don't get to see you naked anymore.

Lisa: Don't tell me what to do, Harry.
Harry: It's Mr. Senate to you.
Lisa: No, I think it's Harry.
Harry: You're a student!
Lisa: Which gives me an excuse for all the stuff I pull. What's yours... Harry?

Lisa: Is this just about sex with you?
Milton: Honestly, no. I can see you as a potential ex-wife.

Louisa: (about Scott) He's in love.
Marilyn: Really?
Louisa: Marie Ronning's mother. She came in to complain about her daughter sniffing bus fumes, now she's sniffing him.

Louisa: (to Scott) Would you like me to make a list of all the people who don't like you?

Marilyn: Marla's circulating a petition.
Kevin: Great. It's nice to know I have the voice of insanity on my side.

Marilyn: We can win this competition without Tyronn. You guys are awesome. So, we'll get right back into it, and we'll be great, and nobody will get gum disease from bitin' anybody's ass.

Marla Hendricks: [to the school board] Let me tell you something, let me tell all of you something. The reason I've had it is because I have to go into a room day after day after damn day and try to break through to a bunch of damn kids who don't want to listen, don't want to learn, and don't want to give me the decency of being quiet. Mr. Senate shot off a gun? I woulda rolled in a big cannon if I knew where to get one. I'd have tried anything. And you show me a teacher who doesn't almost lose his or her mind sometimes, and I'll show you a teacher who's not trying. I can show you some parents who aren't. You send them off to school thinking: job's done. It's up to the teachers now. Well, it doesn't work that way. You got to get in on this, too. Kids coming in every day singing that jingle: those who can't do, teach. They get that from their parents! Well, let me tell you, we're in there doing every damn day, and a lot of the doing we do is parenting! You want to compare failures? Step right up! Who's first?

Marla Hendricks: Are you gonna say grace?
Harry Senate: Yep. I'm going to thank God that I'm not you.

Marla Hendricks: I have four cheeks, Harry. Pick one and bite it.

Marla: (about Harvey) Is he a nut? A big one. A racist? Probably. But he doesn't come from hate and the kids know that.
Steven: Well, a lot of bigotry here does come from hate, Marla, and his behavior helps foster it, even if it's unintentional. There's no such thing as a benign bigot.

Marla: Harvey, are you all right?
Harvey: Ooh, I think I'm gonna die. I feel so warm and fuzzy. What can do that to a person besides death?

Marla: I got to bed at night thinking of some prince who's gonna swoop in and take me to some exotic island and lick champagne off my naked self. It's my romanticized version, I guess, of wonder and magic. In the real world, my prince, my magic, it's you kids. And some days, when I see your faces go dead, all the wonder just drains out of me. That's all that was happening. I'm better now.

Marla: I know teachers are not supposed to have fun, but it is not against the law for us to smile every so often.