MOUTH: And as a special bonus, we're joined in the booth by Junk Moreti.
JUNK: You don't have a booth.

PEYTON (to Nathan): Don't bother showering tonight.

MOUTH: For those of you at home, Lucas wears his black shorts tonight with his traditional white high-tops.
JIMMY: He is currently playing without a shoe contract, mouth.

TIM (to Nathan): Tell me we didn't just steal a school bus, 'cause this feels like we just stole a school bus.

DAN: You're full of crap.
WHITEY: It comes with old age: constipation.

LUCAS: Did you change your hair?
KAREN: If by "change" you mean "dragged a brush through it," then yeah.

HALEY: The magazine pages are sticky again. Little pervs. Oh, hey, Luke. You been reading this?
LUCAS: Is that the "why do I hang out with these people?" issue, because you're on the cover of that, right?
HALEY: No, actually, it's the "my best friend is an idiot" issue, and there you are!

HALEY (to Lucas): Not that I was looking for something specifically, which implies some hideous sort of "Joey loves Dawson" scenario and completely creep me out.

WHITEY: Hey, what did you average when you played for me?
KEITH: Oh, about 5,006 beers a night.
WHITEY: Well, at least you were consistent.

WHITEY: What, four guys in the park? That's not exactly basketball.
LUCAS: Then what do you think we're doing out there?
WHITEY: I don't know. Planning a bank job?

LUCAS (to Whitey): I say those people that pray here are wasting their time. God doesn't watch sports.

LUCAS: That was the year that skills' father told us there was no Santa Claus.
KAREN: Yeah, and I tried to talk you out of it. Then you said something I’ll never forget. You said you felt bad for the kids who never figured it out, because when they grew up and had kids of their own, there wouldn't be any gifts on Christmas morning.

DAN (about Lucas): The fact that he shares your last name is only wishful thinking on his mother's part.

NATHAN: Please. I can get us to the state championship with three blind guys and a cripple, which is practically what I got with you and what's left.

HALEY: What is up?! I was attacked by a flock of crows last week! I'm totally serious!
LUCAS: By the way, it's a murder.
HALEY: What?
LUCAS: More than one crow is a murder.
HALEY: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
LUCAS: A parliament of owls, an exultation of larks, a murder of crows.
HALEY: I think that is why people think you're weird, right there.

HALEY: So, Luke, what are ravens? I mean, more than one?
LUCAS: An unkindness.

KEITH: When I was a kid, my father took me to Raleigh to see David Thompson play. I was 9 years old. I couldn't have cared less about basketball. But when Thompson stepped on the court, he was so young, so quick, and just so graceful that I was mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off him until late in the game, and I look up at my dad, and he's got tears in his eyes. 14,000 strangers and my father's crying because he's so beautiful. He played with such poetry that he made us feel like we were a part of it. You have a gift, Luke, and it's a crime not to let people see it, to hide it in the park. It's a damn shame. That's why.

LUCAS: Can I ask you a question?
PEYTON: It's a free country.
LUCAS: Why are you a cheerleader? No offense or anything, but you're about the least cheery person I know.

LUCAS: Come on. Let me give you a ride. I'll let you insult me.
PEYTON: First of all, you don't know me. Second of all, you don't know me.

LUCAS: You ever have something that you knew that you were better at than almost anybody else?
PEYTON: Sex?... Joke.