Coach Mellor: No partner, huh, Goldfarb? Eh, it's all right. No shame in that. At least that's what the school instructs me to say.

Coach Mellor: And as for you, we're gonna pair up again tomorrow. I need you to run some drills after school. Bring six gallons of water.

Adam: Emmy's been my best friend since second grade. Dating Brian won't change anything.
Coach Mellor: All right, listen up. Part of growing up is growing apart. You and Emmy are always gonna be friends, even if you don't hang out or talk or she can't recall your name immediately. How am I doing? You feeling any better?
Adam: Not at all!
Coach Mellor: Yeah, this one got away from me.

Erica: Where are they?! My life is over! Where are the pictures of my boyfriend making out with that skank Bridget Greenley?!
Beverly: Surprise! [chuckles] Geoff's not cheating on you. I just lied to get you here. Isn't that fun?!
Erica: I drove home from D.C. at 90 miles an hour with tears in my eyes!
Beverly: Well, the good news is, your love is still intact and your mother has a dance recital tomorrow.

Linda Schwartz: Bev, where are your dance clothes and your leg warmers? Class is about to start.
Beverly: These legs will never be warmed again.
Essie Karp: Why are you talking so dramatically about dance wear?!
Beverly: I shared my gift of dance with my family. And they laughed. So much so that Murray cracked a bone in his middle body.

Adam: Emmy used me as her nerd cover story.
Pops: Oh, no. How sad for you, but smart of her.

Geoff: Baby, I love you. You make everything so much better. You shamed your mom into quitting, who shamed my mom into quitting and then everyone else quit and now the whole thing's canceled.
Erica: Well, you're welcome, handsome.
Murray: Wait. Bevy and all her friends quit that thing?
Geoff: Thanks to your amazing and cruel daughter.

Beverly: Dinner's served. If you need me, I'll be upstairs in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about what could've been.

Erica: What's going on?
Murray: Clearly you morons hurt the lady and you're gonna apologize. Write one of your annoying keyboard songs where you rap and jump around. You know, the annoying crap you do every week.

Beverly: Well, everyone's right. I am not a flashdancer. I'm just a mom.
Murray: Not to me. You're beautiful, you're brave, you're strong. Now I see why the kids write their dumb songs. This stuff is really hard to say. Now go get your yenta friends and get back on the dance floor.
Beverly: I made them all quit.
Murray: Well, get them to un-quit. 'Cause that's what my pushy, amazing wife would do.