Emma: I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!
Joey: Try it again. You can do it. Come on... You got it. Woah, that was a lot. More, more, come on. Okay, come on. More bubbles, more bubbles. Let's go.
Albert: Craiger.
Craig: Hey, Dad.
Albert: What happened to six o'clock?
Craig: I know, ah, I'm sorry. It's just, the light outside... Late summer... Incredible. And I just, ah...
Albert: Got distracted and missed dinner.
Craig: Yeah, ah... Dad, I'm sorry.
Albert: When I say six o'clock, I don't care how great the light is, you're home! Do you understand me? Just clean it up.
Toby: Man, grade eight was supposed to be ours. This is so unfair.
J.T.: I have no problem with an extended Degrassi. Way more fish in the sea.
Toby: What, you're fishing for a new babysitter?
J.T.: Dude, older women. Hot, sexy, older women. Just waiting to make me into a man, okay? This year, Toby. Just trust me. I know it.
Craig: Thanks for the lift.
Albert: Okay. Do you need a lift tonight?
Craig: No, no, I can make it home. I'll be on time tonight, okay?
Albert: Good. Good luck today, sport.
Manny: Is that the sound of your heart pounding? No, wait. It's mine.
Emma: Proof that summer is so overrated.
Spinner: Back at this dump for four more years. Four long years.
Jimmy: Look at this place. It's a zoo in here. Oh, look, there's one of the monkeys now.
Mr. Raditch: (over intercom) Good morning, students and welcome to Degrassi. If you're a new student and haven't received your new homeroom number yet, please see Mrs. Smith in the main office immediately.
Sean: Is Degrassi a high school and a blind school this year?
Craig: Sorry, man. I'm lost.
Sean: Buy a map.
Craig: Already got one. Not blind. Just...
Girl Student: Hey, boys. Who's the new guy?
Craig: Directionally challenged.
Girl Student: Hey, cutie.
Craig: M.I. lab?
Sean: Here, I'll show you.
Spinner: (mocking) "Here, I'll show you."
Mrs. Kwan: Closing down the high school was a last-minute board decision. Meaning we are not fully prepared for the influx of students.
Liberty: Will there be a separate student council? Separate video announcements? What about the Grapevine?
Mrs. Kwan: Okay, one question at a time. In the short-term, Degrassi's going to be a very crowded place.
J.T.: Small price to pay. Older women, younger men, very hot.
Toby: Older woman, J.T. Yorke. Very not.
Mrs. Kwan: Take a seat. You may even have to share lockers. See me after class. We're going to be covering "Ponty Pool Changes Everything" by Tony Burgess.
Mr. Simpson: Adding grades 9 to 12 is a great opportunity for Degrassi and for you guys. I taught you M.I. for the past two years, you get me for another four. Late night last night, huh, Craig?
Craig: Uh, very late night, sir. Kept waking up in anticipation of... well, this exact moment, sir.
Mr. Simpson: Yeah, well, save the zzz's for home, okay? Don't forget to pick up your textbooks in the gym. And even though today is a half-day, tomorrow is not.
Toby: Okay, and every second week, we'll take out lunches, old school stuff-
J.T.: Whatever you say, roomie.
Manny: I can't believe you guys volunteered to share.
J.T.: Aw, it's just our way of giving something back to Degrassi, that's all.
Emma: Yeah, or of destroying your friendship.
J.T.: Slow down.
Emma: How soon 'til we tell them we told them so?
J.T.: Now, I get the top shelf, all right?
Toby: Why? We said I got it.
J.T.: No, I get the top shelf because I'm taller.
Toby: Yeah, by, like, a millimeter.
J.T.: No, check this out, ready? Look. See? Way taller.
Hazel: Paige, your hair is fine.
Paige: Fine? I have a mullet.
Terri: What's a mullet?
Paige: That. Hairstyle of the trailer dwellers and fashion-impaired.
Hazel: So get it fixed.
Paige: Yeah, but that'll cost about eighty bucks. I have fifty put away, but my evil parents are insisting I clean out the garage for the rest. Hello? Child labor!
Craig: You know, there are laws against child labor.
Paige: Okay, thanks, Mr. News at 5.
Terri: Cute.
Hazel: Very.
Paige: Try deranged.
Ashley: Guys, hey! I tried to call you when I got back. How was your summer?
Paige: Anyway, about my hair.
Terri: Give them time. I'm sure they'll, you know...
Ashley: What? Forgive and forget? Right.