- Scanty: Kneesocks, is it just me or do you sense a musky irregularity in the air?
- Kneesocks: Indeed, sister. It appears we have two unregistered girls with us at school today.
- Scanty: Well, they certainly have horrible taste in perfume. Why would anyone wear that fragrance?
- Kneesocks: It smells ammonia based, like cat urine.
- Scanty: How silly of us. I think they simply forgot to wash.
- Panty: Bitch!
- Stocking: We hear you've been bossing around our slaves.
- Panty: You can't come in here and take over our school! That's bullshit!
- Kneesocks: [Scanty and Kneesocks gasp] Did that weasel just lay a threat upon us?
- Scanty: I think they might be hoodlums.
- Panty: Hoodlums? What's that?
- Stocking: They're trying to say we're ghetto, which is a crock of shit! They're the ones fucking up the school with their so called rules!
- Panty: Hell yeah! We have the right to party!
- Kneesocks: Try to keep up ninny-wits. This is a lesson in how the moral climate in this academy has plunged drastically. You call it freedom, but it's a perverse anarchy! The only way to restore this pathetic school to which its fully capable is simple, we rule it! Give students a new sense of order through rules! School uniforms keep the focus on scholarship! We as leaders bestow upon them a new sense of self-worth.
- Scanty: I adore the sound of it coming from your mouth.
- Kneesocks: Rules keeps behavior in check, suppression keeps thoughts in check, and physical training keeps them from looking like fat enchiladas! These bring perfection and beauty!
- Scanty: Calm down, dear. Your face is terrifically red.
- Kneesocks: Oh, goodness. How embarrassing. I'm too fragile. I blush easily.
- Brief: But, wait. Your faces are both red all the time.
- Panty: Okay, what kind of morals are we talking about here? Like we can't text in class or can't give blowjobs or hardcore finger bang each other under the lunch-table anymore? What the hell kind of fucking school is this?
- Panty: [at the Daten City High School cafeteria] Ew. What the fuck is going on in my mouth? Nasty.
- Brief: Yeah, blame the demon sisters for that one to their making everyone eat healthy sludge.
- Stocking: What kind of hippie shit is this? There's not even cake! Who doesn't have cake at lunch?
- Panty: Fuck cake. We need some ketchup or mustard or hot sauce or jizz to spice this shit up if I don't carb up I'm a pass the fuck out I'ma right.
- Stocking: Oh yeah, definitely sleepy town.