Rachel: My mom said that she'd sign it tomorrow.
Kendra: My mom said that I'm adopted.

Kendra: Stop saying that I smell like macaroni!
Rachel: People say that I smell like maple syrup.
Kendra: Well you do!

(During Math)
Rachel: No. No. No. No! No!

My math problem that I wrote:
Jimmy was on a hiking trip up a weird looking hill. Occasionally he would take a break to eat a sandwich (yes, he carried sandwiches in his pocket). Then, when he reached the top, he tripped over an armadillo and rolled down the hill.

Oliver: (Tries to explain math)
Kendra: (During explanation) Okay. Yeah. Mhmm. Cool. GG. Nice.

Rachel: Guess what?
Kendra: What?
Rachel: GUESS!
Kendra: (Confused) Turkey!

Oliver: (Noticing Kendra's silence) Are you okay?

Kendra: (Whispers)

Oliver: What?

Kendra:

Oliver: Are you okay?

Oliver: (Concerned) Kendra, what did you say?

Oliver: (Looks up)

Kendra: (Softly) I'm American.

Oliver: Oh my gosh.

Kendra: I didn't realize...

(On group assignment)

Kendra: So I'm taking this home and finishing it because you're to lazy, right?

Rachel: (Nods)

Kendra: (Nods back)

Rachel: I have a question that will affect the course of our friendship forever.

Rachel:

Rachel: Do you know

Rachel: The Muffin Man?

Kendra: The Muffin Man?

Rachel: (In tears) The Muffin Man!

Kendra: Long live the king.

Rachel: (Flicks led off of table)