Cop: Youre Receiving A Ticket For Having Three People On One Motorcycle. Brian: Shit.Amira: Wait, Three?

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Brian: Shit. Amira: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Vicky: OH MY GOD OZ FELL OFF!!!

Damien: ‘they’ll never find the body” is a boring threat. Threaten that they’ll never stop finding the body.

Vera: They’ll be recovering pieces of you for at least three months. You will be alive for at least two of them.

Oz, rethinking his life choices: that’s terrifying.

Liam: *seductively takes off glasses* Liam: Wow... Brian: *blushes* Haha... what? Liam: You're really fucking blurry.

Hope: I can’t believe all these people are wearing black. Black is supposed to be my thing, they’re all just posers.

Joy: Hope, for the last time, we’re at a funeral.

Brian upon being asked by one of the 8 if they can date his friends

Brian: What is this, the 1950's?? You know what, since you asked: No, you have to defeat me in sword battle if you ever want to talk to them again-

Sometimes, when I'm really frustrated and need to clear my head, I just get into my golf cart and floor it around campus. Speed limit's five miles per hour, but I'll go six or seven. I don't care.

—Oz, just casually running over students and teachers with his golf cart at 7 mph because he's mad