Adam: You see, it's a fair trade. Girls get breasts and guys get breast pockets.
//During marching band field practice Puck: ADAM! COME OVER HERE NOW! Adam: Do you need help? Puck: Yes! //Adam goes to Puck Adam: What's up? Puck: I have a question about my drill. Adam: Alright. Puck: So you know pita bread, right? I was thinking that you take some nice warm fresh pita, okay? And then put some falafel AND schwarma meat on that biznitch, and then put some lettuce and onions and lots of that tahini and tabbouleh stuff. And then, you know that wax paper they have at Santucci's? Yeah. Wrap it up in one of those. Adam: ... Puck: Sorry. Did you have a question about my drill?
//Before marching band, Michelle lost a game of plank Jenga and is stuck on the band room floor Adam: By lying on that floor you accept the terms and conditions of syphilis.
//At marching band practice Freshman: Can we have a water break? Adam (senior drum major): Water? //Freshman nods Adam: WATER? Freshman: Yeah-- Adam: YOU HAD WATER YESTERDAY!
//In Lang, Adam shows Ms. Gross a picture of shirtless Mark Twain that he had taken for a joke Gross: Oh my GOD. Adam: Stunning, right? Gross: Yeah... I dunno if I can sleep tonight. At least you know he was rich now though. Adam: What? Gross: Hairy chest equals rich man. //Hailey is staring questioningly at this conversation Gross: What? It's true. Look at you. Barechested and broke. //Gross looks down her shirt Gross: LOOK AT MY BROKE ASS! No chest hair! Although I see some money coming in the near future... I've had a long day guys.
Rose: So, what, did you just like look this up on Google? Student: Jack Phoebus has the computer in his brain. //one month later Adam Lott: We can just have Jack Phoebus google it. He has the computer in his brain.
//Talking about a practice marching band parade Ms. Roberts: You guys are all bunching up. You look like the accordion band. You don't want to look like that. Accordions are nerdy. Adam (Junior Drum Major): Um...excuse me, Ms. Roberts. I play accordion. Roberts: Oh... I'm sorry. Adam: Thank you. Roberts: No. I'm sorry you play accordion.
//On the bus, where everyone's really tired. Kat's acting a little high. Adam: Kat, how much weed is too much? Kathryn: ...NO MUCH! ... ... wait. wait no. Adam: ...yeah okay she's high.
//Adam Biru has come to class late, some students thought he might be doing something SGA-related. Mr. Swaney: Adam, were you doing something school-related? Adam: Uhh, no. Mr. Swaney: Honest guy, I like that. Adam (realizing his mistake): Well, getting to school, if that counts.