- Mick Travis: The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy bear to Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the rest of your frigid life.
- Denson: Whips: Anyway, this homosexual flirtatiousness is so adolescent!
- Rowntree: Whips: What's the matter Denson... aren't you keen?
- Mick Travis: There's only one thing you can do with a girl like this. Walk naked into the sea together as the sun sets. Make love once... Then die.
- The Girl: Go on. Look at me. Look at my eyes. I'll kill you. Sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and my eyes get bigger and bigger. And I'm like a tiger. I like tigers. Rrrrah!
- Headmaster: Boys! Boys! I understand you! Listen to reason and trust me! Trust me!
- [the Girl pulls out a pistol and shoots him in the forehead]
- Stephans: Seniors: [Mick enters the room wearing a hat and with his mouth and nose covered with a scarff] Oh God! It's Guy Fawkes back again.