Mr. Woodburn: Oh, who cares? Your boy drove on top of my sweet Prelude! That thing was high-class!
Principal Ball: Calm down about your Prelude. It was just okay.
Mr. Woodburn: Okay? That plucky sports compact got it done. On the highway and with the ladies.
Beverly: Okay, here's what's gonna happen... You will end off-campus lunch forever, and I will not sue you for hundreds of millions of dollars.
Principal Ball: Let me think about it. Deal.
Adam: What? I'll be a social pariah!
Mr. Woodburn: Welcome to the bottom, baby.
Adam: It's one thing that I have to live under your oppression, but that doesn't mean that everyone else should.
Beverly: I don't care about everyone else. I only care about keeping you safe, schmoopaloo.
Adam: Soon I won't need your signature, and when that day comes, you'll be lucky if you ever see me again.