I should go clean out my locker...she said at the age of 33.

Britta: What's an insurance appraiser?
Annie: Something that sounds normal and boring, but is actually scary, like a raised mole, or a turkey deep-fryer.

Britta: I'm a psych major! Words are my weapons!
Security Guard: I'm a security guard. Weapons are my weapons.

Britta: You know who else it made sense to?
Annie: Say 'Hitler' one more time and I am giving you a 2.

No, come back! Let's be fat dogs about this!

Britta: Do you feel like this game's gotten out of hand?
Jeff: Nah. Feels normal enough for a school that's on 911's blocked caller list.

We're human beings, not the editors of Teen Vogue!

Did you all hit your heads on each other's heads?

Britta: You guys ready for closure?!
Buzz Hickey: Of your caskets?!

Troy: I'm better at sex than Jeff, right?
Britta: I've yet to have anyone worse.

You told me a hawk stole them! You exploited me and made me believe in a slightly more magical world!

We know that he hates money. Or loves it. Or doesn't care about money and hates butts. Or loves them.

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Pierce: I can't have children. I'm not sterile. In fact, it's a rare condition they call it hyper virility. Apparently my sperm shoot through the egg if you can believe it
Jeff: I can't, but you can, so that's fine

No woman, none of us have to go to anyone. And the idea that we do is a mental illness we contracted from breath mint commercials and Sandra Bullock.
We can't keep going to each other until we learn to go to ourselves. Stop making our hatred of ourselves someone else's job and just stop hating ourselves.

Jeff [to Britta]