Steve Holt: Steve Holt!
Maeby: Steve Holt!
George Michael: Stand-in for ... Steve Holt?
Steve Holt: Steve Holt!

Steve Holt: Whoa. Sorry. Students only.
Maeby: Oh, so you're not letting him in because he doesn't share your perfectly shaped nose, your round eye-shaped eyes, your strong square jaw?
Steve Holt: Thanks. You want to dance?
Maeby: Yeah.
Steve Holt: All right, come on.
Maeby: Steve Holt!

Narrator: If Steve had a father, he would have warned him not to go into the woods with strange men, but he didn't.
Steve Holt: Sure, let's go!

Steve Holt: You look familiar.
Gob: I think that's because we actually kinda look alike.

Steve Holt: You wanna make out?
Maeby: Sure, why not.

Steve Holt: You did all this for me?
Maeby: Yes, well, I'm going to go get sexy.

You can control your bladder when you're dead.

Don't ask "Can I?" Ask "I can."

There's no "I" in "win"!

Steve Holt: Maybe we should work together. I mean, we don't even know the recipe.
George Michael: Oh, there's no recipe. You just freeze the bananas, and then stick it in the -- (Michael stops him)
Steve Holt: Stick it in the what? Stick it in the WHAT?

Dave Holt!