learned:
* Zoe pats Zig's butt.
Zoe: nice bum, chum.
Zig: oh, so we're just chums?
Zoe: not the reaction i was going for. why are there nudes blowin' up your instagram?
Zig: stupid niners. stupid hot niners.
Zoe: nudity is nudity, except when it's Zoe Rivas nudity. want me to send you a pic of me?
Zig: no, after all you've been through, let's just be chums.
Zoe: so i'm not hot anymore? i'd like to move on with my life, move past the trauma and have fun again. i want to be desired.
Zig: okay, chums with benefits.
Zig's punk friend: i've got the perfect way to win Zoe's heart: stroll the halls of Degrassi with I LIKE YOU on your chest, it's sure not to fail. plus, the ratings will go up. Principal Simpson will love it!
Zig: why not I LOVE YOU?
Zig's punk friend: that would be desperate.
the other punk girl: you're rejecting Zig after he did that hot chest thing for you? are you crazy?
Zoe: i'm not the one with the pink hair. btw, who the hell are you?
the other punk girl: i'm sure we'll learn soon enough, i should be getting my own -centric episode soon.
Zoe: how do you know you'll get one?
the other punk girl: pink hair, dead giveaway.
* Clare: i'm letting you off the hook.
Drew: good, that spaghetti would have been expensive.
Clare: when we graduate, we disappear from each other.
Drew: so i don't have to pay child support?
Clare: yes, but i'm going to college and you're going to the mall to sell sunglasses. is it even worth the paperwork?
Drew: just let me at those papers, i'm a pro at signing papers.
Becky: it's a pain in the ass.
Drew: sorry, but you said you wanted to try anal.
Becky: no, my cheerleading injury. i have a bonafide injury, that proves that cheerleading is a fucking sport.
Drew: so, anal tonight?
Becky: fuck no, we're through, Drew. hey, that rhymed, i think i'm gonna become a lesbian goth poet. i'm done with boys.
Drew: Imogen will be happy about that and will never tell you that thing about Adam...
Dallas: how's your abandoned son gonna feel about his deadbeat dad on Father's Day?
Drew: tricky. on the one hand, i'm not there to guide him. on the other hand, i'm not there to guide him...
* Miles's dad pushes Miles against the wall painting.
Miles's dad: i'm sorry, son, i didn't mean to attack you. i'm mad cos i wanted to go miniature golfing instead but they were full. it's my favorite sport.
Miles: that's the classic abuser's line.
dad: i know and i'm sorry. it's just the stress of this campaign.
Miles: by the way, how fucking long has this campaign been going on? no, seriously, like ever since my character was introduced, you've seemed to be on this interminable campaign. it feels like it's been three years. when the fuck do the people vote already? today were the mid-term elections in real life, so why not mirror that with the show. Degrassi: it's real.
dad: to make it up to you, how about i buy your love with a car?
Miles: i see right through you, you're just doing this to keep me on a leash so i don't cause any more trouble for you.
dad: is it working?
Miles: of course. i'm a teen and this is a car.
Tristan: okay, now that i see that new car of yours, i can be your boyfriend again. yes, i only love you for your money.
Miles: i'll take it, i'm in a vulnerable place. also, i'm using you, too.
Maya: Miles, what is all this? are you really gay? bi? or just trying to get back at your father?
Miles: it's none of your business, but if you must know, Tristan is teaching me miniature golf on the side. i will best my father someday.
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