Adam: I don't see any seats together. What should we do?
Dave Kim: Every man for himself. If anyone asks, I'm a skate rat now.
[Dave skates away and falls to the floor]
Mr. Glascott: Ooh. Classic Dave Kim.

Adam: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Dave Kim: Arnold said six lines in that movie and your dad talked over every one?

Dave Kim: I am the phantasm of the gymnatorium # So listen close, this is my story-um

Dave Kim: Dude, super-cool senior Ruben Amaro Jr.'s talking to us.
Adam: I know, Dave Kim.

Dave Kim: Did you know his mom is the top talent manager in the city?
Adam: Oh, yeah. Edie Robb's got a sharp eye. I've seen her scoop a kid up in the frozen-food aisle and put him on the cover of Bop magazine.
Dave Kim: Bop is the gateway to TigerBeat.

Dave Kim: Erica, heard you were ready to get back out there.
Erica: Go away, Dave Kim.
Dave Kim: You'll know when it's right. Take your time.

Dave Kim: Erica Goldberg, this is for you. Will you be the Kelly McGillis to my Maverick?
Naked Rob: Oh, he's "Top Gun"-ing you.
Erica: Oh, God, do not "Top Gun" me right now.
Dave Kim: [singing, out of tune] You never close your eyes anymore When I kiss your lips
Andy: Yep, and by Air Force law, now you have to date him.

Geoff: Erica, you like that guy?
Erica: Nope. He's very confused.
Dave Kim: Not confused, her dad specifically told me she was secretly in love with me, but could never admit it.
Erica: Okay, my dad did not do that.
Dave Kim: Her dad literally came into the basement, looked me in the eye, and told me that directly. [singing, out of tune] You've lost that lovin' feeling, Now it's gone, gone, gone

Dave Kim: I'm just hoping this actually works and we magically create a foxy babe for me to smooch on.
Adam: Wait, you do realize none of this is real.
Dave Kim: Let Dave Kim have this.

Doc: All right, I hope you were all taking notes, 'cause it's term-paper time. I want 10 pages on World War II, not including bibliography.
Dave Kim: Would you prefer double-spaced or triple-spaced? Hey, that was close!
Doc: It's called a warning shot, fresh mouth. Always single-spaced.