Mr. Perkins: How about “Throw the baby through the window?” That’s my favortie.

Mr. Davis: Purple is a happy colour!

Mr. Becker: ^cheerfully^ Anyone else wanna criticize Gandhi?

The Sun: Please don't bite, Peter.

The Sun: Cause they needed IT bigger.

The Sun: Don’t come ON me.

Mr. A: He did it for FREE!?

Mr. McBride: Now that Matt has sharpened his little pencil…

Mr. Becker: Don’t shake the snake!

Mr. A: Did you stick it in?

Ms. C: You have to keep rubbing the wet tube with wet hands.

Ms. Kline: Can you guys hold on, I’m trying to give oral.

Mr. McBride: Someone’s been screwing around with it again.

Ms. C: I know he does pigs.

Mr. Becker: I want to do something bad to myself.

The Sun: Why do you come to me? Because I’m cheap!

The Sun: I want Zach’s Business.

The Sun: Let the sun in!

Mr. A: Patti, take it out of her mouth.

Mr. Morgan: Molestar los ninos.

Dr. Crack Head (Baton): Why are you pointing that trumpet at me?

Mr. Perkins: Is someone getting robbed? Oh, just a school bus.

Mr. Davis: What do you do, see who can scream the loudest?

Mrs. Chaney: A man walked into the bar with a 10 inch pianist.

Mr. Davis: Don’t flatter yourselves, I dislike everyone equally.

Mr. Davis: What do you do...write your school name without mispelling it?

Senor Morgan: Mateo es un NAZI.

Ms. Johnson: Write notes to secret love friends.

Ms. Johnson: Sure, I can write you a pass to go home....to Mrs. Magari-Vazi, that’s your second home, right?

The sun: They want this, so they come in me and get it.

The sun: Hello world war one, hello world war two.

Ms. C: You'll get a horrible punishment...I'll start by throwing this whale at you.

Ms. C: And then..-quit staring at my purple dress! You're all just staring at my purple dress....I don't get paid enough for this.

Mr. Becker: Zero tolerence is my policy this year! I am not letting those birds build a nest in my wall!

Mr. Becker: All birds are out to get me! ALL of them! All those damn birds! I hate them!

Mr. Becker: All birds are dirty!

Mrs. Markham: I don't want to play today.

Mrs. Markham: Are you two verbally bitch-slapping each other?

Mrs. Chapman: Have a nice life on the street!

Mr. Morgan: You're a cockazoid.

Ms. Clements: I could of just been tasting myself.

Ms. Clements: Everyone who has HIV, raise your hand.

Mr. Perkins: Hold on...I need pills, where's my morphine?

Mrs. Markham: Nick, your entire ass is hanging out, and I don’t want to see it.

Mr. Morgan: Sell coke...a cola.

The Sun: Kennedy was a master debater...oh that sounds wrong.

Mr. McBride: I don’t know WHAT was pollinatin’ this weekend, but it sure got me!

The Sun: And of course I always made sure my dogs were registered to vote.

The Sun: The Jews are good at getting persecuted.

The Sun: And I hear Jesus was a good speaker too...but I wasn’t around, not like Foster over there.

Mrs. McQuown: Ok, you’re tardy...you’re tardy...and you’re tardy, even though I don’t even know who you are.

Mr. Davis: Going to war without the French is like going hunting without your accordion.

Mr. Perkins: No running, throwing or making out with the teacher in the darkroom.

The Sun: German Jews are the best bankers.

The Sun: The truth is you just can’t enough sun.

The Sun: If a Jew is making more money than I am, I’m getting ripped off.