Were the World Mine

Timothy:
If you could make someone love you, would you?

Mrs. Boyd:
I'm going to LOVE to have you stay for bible study.

Donna:
Oh, I have wings to make.

Mrs. Boyd:
It's a pot-luck.

Donna:
No, for my son. He's a fairy.

Mrs. Boyd:
A fairy?

Donna:
In a play.

Mrs. Boyd:
Ohh...

[laughing]

Donna:
Well, in real life, too.

Frankie:
I'm not a lesbian. That's your fantasy. I'm heteroflexible.

Timothy:
Ya know, why don't you two just get it on already?

Frankie:
I've tried.

Timothy:
Have you?

Max:
Heteroflexible?

Frankie:
I'm straight, but sh*t happens.

Timothy:
State Law: Fags play one hour sports a day and they get beat up.

Coach Driskill:
I though I told you my boys don't got time for those parts.

Ms. Tebbit:
Must I remind you that Morgan Hill philosophy clearly states that academics transcends athletics.

Henry's Father:
This is my son. I found him this morning in bed with his best-friend, Russ. They were holding each other and kissing. Believe me, I taught them both a lesson.

Henry:
The course of true love never did run smooth.

Ms. Tebbit:
Free will must be restored.