Robyn wouldn't piss on your gums if your teeth were on fire.
Catalog
Shawn Schepps
Dave: Stop! Stop, where did you go? You just took off after school. Do you know how worried I've been? Stoney: God, Dave, you sound like my Mom. Dave: God, you can't do that to me. [looking more closely at Link] Dave: What's on his nose? Stoney: Ya know what, Dave, just chill, 'cause you know why?…
I'm not a geek, I'm a unique weasel.
The only thing you ever cared about, Stoney, was nugs, chillin', and grindage.
Stoney: [a car horn is heard] Your parents! Dave: My parents! Link: AHH.
Stoney: Far too much responsibility for me, anyways, I'm already popular! Dave: Yeah, you travel in large groups of one, Stoney.
Dave: Matt Wilson? I mean, what a jerk! What does she see in him, anyway? Stoney: Well, he's got the buff spikes chillin' on top of his melon, obviously, right?—dude, he's checking her cheeks! oh oh!—he's got the serious beak, and his own personal holding company full of fundage, bro, that he weases…
I hope he doesn't gnaw on our beaks.
[after Link enters the driver’s seat of the Student Driver Car] Oh God, Rad Mobile.
Stoney: Look, Dave, you're gonna have to just mellow out, bro, on this whole Robyn thing, she always shines you. Dave: You don't understand; we have history. Stoney: Hey, you had history: pre-freshman history. Could've had her back then, man. Dave: She hadn't hit babehood yet.
Dave: He melted... Stoney: Dave, it wasn't meant to happen. Come on, I'll go buy you some Ho-Ho's.
Stoney: Um, Robyn Sweeney, bro? She's not going to the prom with you, man. I wish she would, but she's really not. Dave: What are you talking about? Robyn Sweeney is mine. She's become a major babe, and she loves me. Stoney: She finds you crusty, Dave. Dave: I'll convince her! She'll see the truth.…
If you're edged 'cause I'm weazin' all your grindage, just chill. 'Cause if I had the whole Brady Bunch thing happenin' at my pad, I'd go grind over there, so don’t tax my gig so hardcore, cruster.
Charles: [a car horn makes three long blasts to indicate that Ernest is a P3] Who’s that? Jason: That’s the upper-class men. They flash their lights to say what rank they think we should get. Hey Charles, what’s up with your socks? Charles: Don’t worry about my socks, man, it’s a tuba thang shorty.…
Charles: Man, it won’t be the same without you. Devon: It’s all about the tubas now. Charles: What do you mean? It’s always been about the tubas, shorty. Jason: Well, you know how Dr. Lee is about time. Devon: Yeah. [in Dr. Lee’s voice] Devon: ‘You’re on time if you’re five minutes early; you’re…
Charles: Man, it won’t be the same without you. Devon: It’s all about the tubas now. Charles: What do you mean? It’s always been about the tubas, shorty. Jason: Well, you know how Dr. Lee is about time. Devon: Yeah. [in Dr. Lee’s voice] Devon: ‘You’re on time if you’re five minutes early; you’re…
It all started 40 years ago with two Atlanta bands, Atlanta A&T and Morris Brown College, putting on a small competition to raise money to purchase uniforms. A humble beginning with what has grown into a bandaholic’s dream weekend here at Georgia. Today’s B.E.T. Classic brings in over 50,000 fans to…
It all started 40 years ago with two Atlanta bands, Atlanta A&T and Morris Brown College, putting on a small competition to raise money to purchase uniforms. A humble beginning with what has grown into a bandaholic’s dream weekend here at Georgia. Today’s B.E.T. Classic brings in over 50,000 fans to…
Sean: Dr. Lee...Dr. Lee, just wanted to catch you before rehearsals. I was thinking that instead of promoting a P2 to replace Devon, we could just keep the snare line at nine. Dr. Lee: And how long have you been thinking that? Sean: Just this morning. Dr. Lee: Are you sure? [Sean nods his head yes]…
Sean: Dr. Lee, got a sec? Dr. Lee: Sure. Devon: Hey, what’s up, Dr. Lee? Dr. Lee: Mr. Miles. Devon: Well, I was wondering—actually we were wondering—if you needed any entrance cadences for the Classic. Not that I’m trying to get back on the line or anything, I just want you to check ‘em out. Dr.…