Dianna Agron

"Hey boys, is this your approach to women? You're not gonna get very far. Girls are not some toys that you fuck in the park! Okay? Your future depends on women, don't you care about your future? So take care of them, or else you're not gonna have one."
[after beating up a French guy with a tennis racket]

Fred Blake: "I didn't always do the right thing by both of youse. And I put you in a tricky situation. And I regret that."
Belle Blake: "Dad. Dad. What are you talking about? Your are the best dad anybody could ever ask for."
Fred Blake: "Really?"
Belle Blake: "Fuck, yeah!"
Fred Blake: "Oh, well, let's go party then."

Maggie Blake: "Listen, sweetie, I don't know the boy, but you have to be a bit of a dork to prefer math to a beautiful girl. You know what I'm saying?"
Belle Blake: "By the time I'm done with him, he won't be able to count on his fingers."

Maggie Blake: "So who is he?"
Belle Blake: "He's this teacher at the school... ah, uh, he will be a teacher. He has his exams soon, and he's been giving me private lessons."
Maggie Blake: "Private lessons?"
Belle Blake: "Math lessons, Mom!"
Maggie Blake: "Fine. You have condoms at least?"
Belle Blake: "Mom!"
Maggie Blake: "What?"
Belle Blake: "We do the lessons at school in the study hall!"
Maggie Blake: "So...? You know, desire smeaks up on you, honey. It never waits for the right time or place."

Belle: "You don't waste any time, do you?"
Warren: "I don't have any time to waste."

Belle: "You're a pervert."
Warren: "Thanks."