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Randy: That techno-rock you guys listen to is gutless.
Randy: [to Julie, after they break up] Well, fuck you, for sure, like totally!
Tommy: It appears as though you forgot our French fries and a Coke, fishhead.
Randy: Oh, well, Peter Piper picked a pepper, I guess I did!
Julie: Do you think she really does all the stuff she says?
Stacey: You know, I think she does. I mean, who could make up ‘That stuff tastes like Clorox.’?
Randy: Where do you work?
Julie: At my parents’ store.
Randy: What do they sell?
Julie: Health foods.
Randy: That’s cool.
Julie: Like, it’s not cool at all! Like, it’s all this stuff that tastes like nothing, and it’s supposed to be so good for you. Why couldn’t they, like, open a Pizza Hut or something?
Julie: Why can’t you just punish me like Stacey’s parents?
Sarah: Bad karma, dear!