Sean Holland: Sean Holiday

Quotes 

• Cher Horowitz : [teasing them about their model truck]  Oh, the joy of it, the boys have a new toy.

  Murray : Toy? Cher, let me explain something to you. This is an exact replica of the Ford Explorer 1996, with dual air-bags and a V8 engine.

  Sean Holiday : And 210 horsepower!

  Murray : Mm.

  Cher Horowitz : It's a toy truck!

  [Dee giggles] 

  Murray : What's that under your arm?

  Sean Holiday : Hello!

  Dionne "Dee" Davenport : Duh, these are backpacks.

  Sean Holiday : Yeah, right.

  Murray : Backpacks? They look like stuffed animals to me.

  Sean Holiday : Word.

  Cher Horowitz : They're shaped like stuffed animals to make a fashion statement.

  Murray : [Sean scoffs]  Cher, the only statement they're making, is a primal scream against the loss of childhood, a deep-rooted fear of adult responsibilities, and add a wishful yearning for simpler times.

  Sean Holiday : [impressed by that dialogue]  Hit me one!

  Murray : [smartly]  You know this!

  [the two boys saunter off satisfied] 

  Cher Horowitz : [defeated, to Dee]  He brings up a good point.

  Dionne "Dee" Davenport : I hate when he does that!

• Mr. Hall : [in class, roll call]  Marianne?

  Marianne : Available.

  Mr. Hall : Cher?

  Cher Horowitz : What is it?

  Mr. Hall : It's time for you to tell me whether or not you're with us today.

  Cher Horowitz : Of course I am.

  Mr. Hall : [sounding labored]  Murray?

  Murray : In the house.

  Mr. Hall : [looking tired]  Sean?

  Sean Holiday : With full effect.

  Mr. Hall : Amber?

  Amber Mariens : Whatever.

  Mr. Hall : People, may I reiterate? A simple 'here' or 'present' will suffice. Now, the next two weeks have been generously set aside for the study of three centuries of poetry. So, has anyone ever voluntary read a poem that wasn't part of a school assignment?

  [Tai raises her hand] 

  Mr. Hall : Excellent! Tai?

  Tai : Mr. Hall, are you counting in, like, greeting cards?

  Mr. Hall : Actually, uh, let's confine ourselves to verses that aim a bit higher.

  [Cher raises her hand] 

  Mr. Hall : Cher?

  Cher Horowitz : Mr. Hall, you don't look so good.

  Mr. Hall : Cher, I'm aware that you have a very discerning eye when it comes to, uh, outward appearances...

  Cher Horowitz : No, no, Mr. Hall, I don't mean you don't look good, I meant... you don't look like you feel good. Are you all right?

  Mr. Hall : Well... I am a bit headache-y, but you know, it's nothing.

  [dismissive gesture] 

  Cher Horowitz : But you're getting all flushed.

  [cellphone in hand] 

  Cher Horowitz : You should see the nurse. I'll call her.

  Mr. Hall : Cher, I'm sure it can wait till after school.

  Cher Horowitz : [voiceover]  Well, it turned out Mr. Hall was getting the measles, but thanks to my early diagnosis, he had an excellent chance of recovery. And we got out of school early.