Street: make sure to tie the hot glue gun wire like this so there isn't a snake orgy Street: erm, a mess of wires Student: I promise it's not my fault!!! *runs out of the room*
Maria: I don't have a pencil, or a will to live, but at least I have a calculator, so that's nice
//Schafer and Stein walk into Optics, announcing that Vishnu is in trouble Schafer: What class is this? Davis: Optics. Schafer: I can see that. Stein (to Vishnu): Look at this form, and look at where you should have signed your name. Now we've learned from optics. Vishnu: Oh. (Signs form)
Donaldson: ... and James carries a meter-stick with him at all times. (pauses) It's a pocket meter-stick.
Donaldson: So here we have CJ standing on the soccer field. The sun is on this side and the clouds are over here. Any questions? Theresa: Can we make it a track instead of a soccer field, since track is a real sport?
Donaldson: I predict the test will be mostly As... the rest Bs... and one D. Student: *One* D? Donaldson: Yes, one. Student: Who did you have in mind? Donaldson: Oh, no one. Just one D... -stares pointedly at James Pinkerton-
//Discussing what Pinkerton will do with his life when he grows up... Donaldson: He'll be in an upperclass homeless shelter – a homeless shelter for nerds. James P: It's called grad school. Donaldson: It's called Caltech.
Minas: What is your moral reason for not liking fluorescent lights? Donaldson: They suck your soul.