E.O.C. Geometry Testing
-Blake: Mrs. P, do you dye your hair?
-Mrs. P: Yeah.
-Blake: It's hot...I wanna make out with you.
-Matt: Wanna make somethin' of it!?!
-Mrs. P: Hey, hey, hey, if you're gonna fight move the tests so you don't get blood on them!
-Blake: You wanna fight?
-Mrs. P: Just don't get blood on the tests, that's all I ask.
-Matt: (About girls in in-school suspension) That's going to follow them until they die, I was going to say graduate but...I'll see them at my 30 year reunion and go, 'Ha ha ha!'...I'll be in a wheelchair, 'Ha ha ha!'.
-Mrs. P: Hey! Quit throwing toilet paper! Strange children!
-Evan: I hate to be the bearer of bad news but- ooooh!
(Pickst up a stuffed ball and throws it at Blake)
-Mrs. P: You missed! And you call yourself a baseball player?
-BlakeIn a deep, gruff voice) Lemme show you how the cornbread rolls.
-Matt: That doesn't make any sense.
-Blake: It's a prison joke, it's not supposed to make any sense.
-Evan: I wish we would get a test like in first grade. Where it was 'What is a triangle?' and it gave you a square, a circle, a triangle and a rectangle.
-Mrs. P: I bet that seemed a lot harder in the first grade.
-Evan: Yeah, it was like, 'Oh dear god! I always forget this one!'.
(Micah is wearing a Jesse McCartney t-shirt)
-Blake: Whoever is wearing a Jesse McCartney t-shirt, please, stand up so I can throw stuff at them.
(David stands up)
-David: That's a lamp! Shane, no! Don't play with that!
-Blake: Does John control you?
-Evan: That's me and John's business!
-Blake: Mrs. P, do you dye your hair?
-Mrs. P: Yeah.
-Blake: It's hot...I wanna make out with you.
-Matt: Wanna make somethin' of it!?!
-Mrs. P: Hey, hey, hey, if you're gonna fight move the tests so you don't get blood on them!
-Blake: You wanna fight?
-Mrs. P: Just don't get blood on the tests, that's all I ask.
-Matt: (About girls in in-school suspension) That's going to follow them until they die, I was going to say graduate but...I'll see them at my 30 year reunion and go, 'Ha ha ha!'...I'll be in a wheelchair, 'Ha ha ha!'.
-Mrs. P: Hey! Quit throwing toilet paper! Strange children!
-Evan: I hate to be the bearer of bad news but- ooooh!
(Pickst up a stuffed ball and throws it at Blake)
-Mrs. P: You missed! And you call yourself a baseball player?
-BlakeIn a deep, gruff voice) Lemme show you how the cornbread rolls.
-Matt: That doesn't make any sense.
-Blake: It's a prison joke, it's not supposed to make any sense.
-Evan: I wish we would get a test like in first grade. Where it was 'What is a triangle?' and it gave you a square, a circle, a triangle and a rectangle.
-Mrs. P: I bet that seemed a lot harder in the first grade.
-Evan: Yeah, it was like, 'Oh dear god! I always forget this one!'.
(Micah is wearing a Jesse McCartney t-shirt)
-Blake: Whoever is wearing a Jesse McCartney t-shirt, please, stand up so I can throw stuff at them.
(David stands up)
-David: That's a lamp! Shane, no! Don't play with that!
-Blake: Does John control you?
-Evan: That's me and John's business!