Nora: What? Pigeons?
Radio Announcer: There are no known survivors.
Evan Lewis: Jesus Christ!
Nikki: [on answering machine] Hi Evan, it's Nikki. We met at Tucker's party last year. I know it's been a while, but I've been thinking about you. I just wanted to say congratulations. So give me a call. 555-0123. Bye.
Kat: See? This can't be happening because... my career's at a peak, I finally met a quality guy, I just bought a house...
Rory: Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'll live.
Kat: Yeah. Like I'm gonna take advice from you.
Mrs. Gibbons: Brian, I think you'd better go check that barbecue.
Kimberly Corman: [seeing the dead body of Evan at the crematorium] Oh my God.
Burke: That's Evan Lewis.
William Bludworth: Come to pick my brain?
Clear Rivers: Just a simple question and we'll leave you alone with your new friend.
Frankie: Yo, Dano, shouldn't we help your mom?
Dano: Oh, good one, man. You're hilarious.
Radio Announcer: A candlelight vigil to mark the one year anniversary of the crash of flight 180 will be held at eight PM tonight, at the Mt. Abraham High School auditorium.
Rory: Yeah, like, what if we're all getting that "Diff'rent Strokes" curse or something?
William Bludworth: Dead, yet still fresh.
Clear Rivers: Kimberly, look at me! You have to tell us, what did you see?
Kimberly Corman: No!
Nora: Tim!
Man: Look out!
Man #2: Watch out!
Clear Rivers: What the fuck are you thinking?
Skate Rat: [scoffs] I'm thinking sucka my junk, bee-atch!
Rory: [after Burke drives past him, to himself] What? Not wearing my seatbelt. You gon' bust me, bitch?
Kimberly Corman: I know what I have to do to save us. I have to die.
Kimberly Corman: I have this really bad feeling. It's not over yet.
Kimberly Corman: Dad, it's Daytona, not Somalia.
Mr. Corman: Alright. Iso-flats, road flares, sun block, mace...
Shaina: ...condoms, whips, chains.
