- Peter Stegman: Face the music... teacher teacher.
- Andrew Norris: Wait a minute, you're in this class. Sit down.
- Peter Stegman: [gives him the finger] Sit on this, motherfucker.
- Andrew Norris: What's the matter with you?
- Peter Stegman: What's the matter with you? What's the matter with me? What's the matter with matter?
- Peter Stegman: [after playing a piano concerto] Do I get the gig, teacher?
- Andrew Norris: Where'd you learn how to play that?
- Peter Stegman: Do I get the fuckin' gig?
- Andrew Norris: No. Maybe I'll give you a shot when you grow up, now get out.
- Peter Stegman: Stegman doesn't play in anybody's asshole band, anyway.
- Peter Stegman: I've had it with you, Leroy. I mean, uh, enough is enough.
- Leroy: Hey, man, listen... I didn't do nothin' man.
- Peter Stegman: What the fuck... you think I was born yesterday?
- Leroy: Hey, man... what's goin' on here?
- Peter Stegman: [brutally beating him] We're the only niggers that sell shit in this school.
- Terry Corrigan: I'll bet I know who you are. You're Mr. Goldstein's replacement. Terry Corrigan, biology.
- Andrew Norris: Andy Norris, music. What's the gun for?
- Terry Corrigan: Where have you been teaching lately?
- Andrew Norris: Lately? Nowhere.
- Terry Corrigan: It figures.
- Joo Joo: I'ma gonna kill yo', sucka! No one messes around wit' my man, Leroy. I'm gonna cut you, white-meat.
- Peter Stegman: Cut this!
- [a gang battle ensues]
- Peter Stegman: When it comes to killin', teacher teacher's just got too much to lose... otherwise, you coulda done me right. Like this!
- [busts his head open against a mirror]