The Prettiest Week of My Life

Chris Peterson: Uh, excuse me, is this seat taken?

Sapphire: Actually, it's reserved for a model in training, not for members of the custodial staff.

Chris Peterson: My, my, looks like someone's drawing battle lines. Well, let me tell you something, pal. What your going through right now is called an awkward stage, you'll grow out of it. I was an ugly duckling once too - now look at me, I'm a beautiful swan.

Sapphire: Let's get something straight, you little troll. You can sit there, but I don't have time for your inane squawkings. I'm going to graduate head of the class. I'm going to make so much money I'll be able to buy my own island in the Carribean.

Chris Peterson: How exciting! Can I just say one thing? You're nuts! You're living in a fantasy world!

Sapphire: Stay. Out. Of my way. Understand? Because this rocket's headed for the stars and there isn't enough oxygen up there for the two of us.

Chris Peterson: [loudly] I'm sorry, what did you say? You had a butt-lift? How embarrassing!