Super Sweet 16: The Movie

Taylor:
Isn't it amazing how the internet makes everything you say sound 300 times sluttier.

Taylor:
I am so sick of High School. I need to go to collage, I don't have the grades. Damn!

Taylor:
Taylor Tiara, we lead everyone follows.

Taylor:
I'm so over High School, time to go to College... Wait I don't have the grades

Taylor:
Does she always get what she wants?

Sarah:
I don't always get what I want, I never get what I want

Taylor:
Oh, who do you think you are? Those aren't even REAL dreadlocks! You're Jafakin!

Jacquie:
A nude face? Boarding school? Social suicide.

Sophie:
Uh, I'm Sophie. You must be Jacquie. Sarah talks so much about you, I don't know whether to hug you or choke you. [Taylor arrives at school] And speaking of choking...

Taylor:
All famous designers have really memorable last names. Think about it; Calvin Klein, Gianni Versace, Banana Republic.

Chloe:
I may not be a size 1 or 2, but I have more talent in my thumbnail than you do in your self-obsessed-no-talent-design little scrawny behind!

Jacquie:
Hell no! What are you? Brain death? Bring it! Briiing it!

Taylor:
[giggles]

Chloe Spears:
And next year, when I turn 18... I'm totally gonna be America's Next Top Modle!

Brian:
[looks up from his book] Ahah!

Chloe Spears:
Shut. Up. Brian!

Sarah:
Um, you're running the airconditioning with your doors open.

Taylor:
Your point being? It's hot out here.

Brian:
Man, I can't believe they splitin' up the parties, just doesn't make sense!

Sophie:
I know, it's like a disvorce!

Brian:
Yeah, like Kevin Federline and Britney Spears!

Sophie:
Damn straight!

Brian:
Like Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston!

Sophie:
Hell yeah!

Brian:
Like Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston!

Sophie:
That's enough! [hits his thigh and storms off]

Brian:
[watches her leave] Like Whitney and Bobby?

Shannon:
Ever since your party went down the tubes, you've been trying to pimp off someone elses! First Zoey's and Chloe's... Now Jacquie's.

Randy:
[Brian and Shannon walk off, Randy turns towards Taylor] Ehh, mama, where you goin'? I think it's time that me and you, we get together.

Shannon:
Ehh, little man. Let's go do this interview...

Randy:
You see I'm a baller, you know, you see- you see the grills [flashes his braces]

Shannon:
[pushes Randy away] That's my sister, buddie!

Randy:
[yells off in the distance] Ehh, hey, hey, hey! Call me!

Taylor:
[whispers] Call me!

Brian:
Ehh, yo nerds, do my homework!

Brian:
[Brian, Shannon, and Randy walking through a crowded hall, watching Shannon's video] Whoo! I like - I like my girls - Well, she fine! I'ma sayin', I like my girls with a li'l more meat on 'em, ya know what I'm sayin'?

Shannon:
You like 'em fat, man. You like 'em fat...

Brian:
She too skinny, she like a flamingo, right here.

Taylor:
Hey! Little brother, Sidekick! [snaps her fingers twice]

Brian:
...Man!

Shannon:
[looks at Brian] She called you 'Sidekick', man.

Brian:
[scratching his head] I know, I ain't no phone.

Sarah:
Oh, and remember, the Devil did wear Parada! [snaps her fingers]

Taylor:
[Shannon walks into the room, filming Taylor, as she turns around to see him, and storms up] TURN THAT DAMN THING OFF!

[snatches the camera from his hands, and throws it on the coffee table]

Shannon:
[throws his hands up in defence] Okay!

[chuckles, softly]

Taylor:
If you do ANYTHING to ruin my party, I will make your life a living Hell!

[grabs his wrists and pulls him closer, while taking a step closer, and letting go]

Shannon:
I-I knew it!

[beams with victory, yet ashamed of his sister]

Taylor:
What's your problem, loser?

[she looks at him in disgust and walks over to the love seat to sit down]