Brink!

Brink:
We skate for fun. We're soul skaters.

Gabriella:
Say another word, and I'll hand you a body part.

Brink:
Yo, Dad, what up?

Ralph Brinker:
English. That up.

Peter:
He'll be here. He said he'd be here.

Jordi:
Maybe something happened to him. Like maybe he got hit by a car. Or maybe his dad's back starting acting up and they had to rush him to the hospital.

Gabriella:
Or maybe he got kidnapped by aliens.

Jordi:
Don't joke. That happened to one of my uncles.

Brink:
Baking a cake is a lot like friendship. You put a lot of work into it, and sometimes it doesn't turn out the way you thought it would, but it still tastes good.

Gabriella:
I told you not to eat that spoonful of frosting.

Peter:
My step-dad's about to go postal on me if I don't let him use the phone.

Brink:
Val and his crew were dissin' us. We started givin' 'em beef right back, but they wanted to hit it right there at school. Clearly, we couldn't step off, so we had to battle.

Ralph Brinker:
Don't they teach English at your school? What am I askin' you for? You haven't been there long enough to find out.

Ralph Brinker:
Did we just come close to having a conversation?

Brink:
Don't tell Mom.

Ralph Brinker:
You are defined by the company you keep and how well you keep it. Not by what you just happen to do.

Gabriella:
That's how it all starts. You start doing something for love, then you start doing it for money and before you know it, you're just another sell-out.

Brink:
Yeah, I wanna win, but no matter what, win or lose, at the end of the day... I'm not you... so it's still a good day.

Let's blade. Brah.