Speed: Racing hasn't changed, and it never will.
Racer X: It doesn't matter if racing never changes. What matters is if we let racing change us. Every one of us has to find a reason to do this. You don't climb into a T-180 to be a driver. You do it because you're driven.
Troy Bolton: East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brulee, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor. It's a place where one person, if it's the right person, changes us all. East High is having friends we'll keep for the rest of our lives, and that means we really are 'all in this together'. Once a Wildcat, always a Wildcat!
Wallace: But Piella, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl.
Piella Bakewell: Was the Bake-O-Lite girl. I ate too much, you see.
Wallace: Oh, really?
Piella Bakewell: I couldn't ride the balloon anymore.
Wallace: Oh dear.
Piella Bakewell: So they dropped me.
Wallace: What a blow. Ooh.
Piella Bakewell: ME! A curse on bakers and their loathsome confections.
Miss Bond: I'm sorry. We were trying to be like Robin Hood - you know, steal from the rich to give to the poor. But... really, all we were doing was stealing from the rich... and the poor... and keeping it for ourselves. That's what we did, really.
Iridessa: Be careful, Rosetta, she may faint! Elevate her legs! No, wait! I mean the head! Wait, okay, if she's red, raise the head, if she's pale, raise the tail. Does she look pale or red?
Rosetta: ...She looks squished.