Sue: I don't know. It's just, like, every year at the end of the year, I look back to see how well I completed the goals I set for myself, but this year, when I look back, it just feels like the year was kind of "meh."
Brad: Wow, this is serious. I've never heard you "meh" about anything.
Sue: I know, right? But the "meh" kind of fits. I almost got kicked out of school for not paying. I didn't join any new clubs. I broke up with two guys. Maybe it was my fault because I didn't label it. I mean, my second Year of Sue was my best Year of Sue, and my first was my second, so I thought this would be my first, but it turns out it's my third. Actually, you know what? I can't even call this a Year of Sue. If I had to label it, I would call it a Sue Sue So-So Sophomore Slump.

Axl: Dude, I mean it. It got to focus. My poli-sci final is the last of the time slots. It's Friday at 3:00.
Hutch: Oh, man, that's cold. Hey, since when have you cared about finals?
Axl: Since it's the final final of my entire school career. After this, I am never taking a test again. Except those Internet quizzes to find out which Power Ranger I am. So I want to go out strong. So I've been studying like I've never studied before. 'Cause I have never studied before.
Hutch: No, you have not.
Axl: I had no idea there were all these great ways to remember stuff. You know, highlighting, study groups, reading the material. I just really want to do well. It's a matter of pride, so could you maybe, I don't know, just show a little respect?

Frankie: Okay, now, come on, Mike. You got to admit it. There are forces at work here. Ever since we've had the Donahues' address on our curb, it's been one good thing after another. I want to hear you say it. We got the Donahues' good luck.
Mike: I'm not saying anything. It's superstitious nonsense.
Frankie: Oh, really? Says the guy who believes that by clutching a magical Colts towel, he can help them win a game.
Mike: Hey, hey, hey. That is sports. That's an energy transfer from a towel to a team. Completely different thing. They've done studies. Enough people holding a towel can alter the course of a game.
Frankie: Okay, fine. Then, if you don't believe there's some cosmic force at play... Here. Go repaint the curb. Go ahead. Do it.
Mike: Look, I don't know what's causing it. All I know is there's a playoff game tonight and a Godfather marathon tomorrow, so why don't you fire up that microwave and nuke me some food?