Degrassi: The Next Generation2001

Paige:
Ninth grade, my date is orange and I'm sporting a screaming sunburn. Tenth grade, our limo driver, Jim Boy Jed the criminal, delievers us in a cop cruiser. Eleventh grade, it gets worse. Happed up on painkillers, I arrive with a date who doesn't like girls on the special bus! Hello everyone! Happy prom! This is so perfectly festive!

Jimmy:
Are you finished?

Paige:
No. My armpits hurt!

Hazel:
More than your armpits will hurt if you don't shut your pie hole! I wanted this to be special for him and all you can do is whine!

Marco:
Uh, if the tantrums been thrown...

Hazel:
One more thing. Manny stepped up and ran the Spirit Squad for you while you were too self-involved! All she wanted was a thank you, but could you give her that? Oh no!

Paige:
She was horrible to me!

Hazel:
But can you tell me why you had to be more horrible back? Why you always have to be more horrible?