Neds

Aunt Beth:
They love us 'cause we tell it like it is, and we don't bow down to anybody.

Mr. McLeod:
You can copy what you're missed off one of your classmates - that is, if they're not intimidated by your superior intellect.

Mr. McLeod:
Take your seats. And stop your crying. Why is it that whenever a boy is sent to this class he seems to think he's in the beginning of a never-ending downward spiral to failure? Now, I'm starting to take this personally! I am just as bloody good as any other teacher in this or any other bloody school!

Mr. Holmes:
Well, you two better keep eating your porridge, 'cause it looks as if the future of the human race is gonna depend on you.

Canta:
I'm Canta fae Hardridge and I f***ing like battering wee swotty c*nts like you, ya prick. See, when you're in my school, you gonna get your c*nt kicked in every single day. First day, I'm gonna break your legs, f***ing demolish you, rip your heid off. I swear to God, you're dead, wee man. First day, you're f***ing dead.

Fergie:
Benny McGill's wee brother's a smart wee c*nt. How do you no' know I'm no' on my way to go stab f*** out of him right now? And how do you know I wouldnae take it out on you? See that there? That's a f***ing blade. Know what that's used for? For gutting daft wee f***ing boys like you, you wee c*nt. Luckily for you, however, I'm a f***in' good guy, and me and Benny are good pals.

John McGill:
You want a ned? I'll give you a f***ing ned.