Degrassi: The Next Generation: Paige Michalchuk

You’d rather focus on the issues than your appearance, that’s so admirable.

That’s a date, just in guy speak. Vague, short, yes, no, grunt. ‘Ya’ definitely qualifies.

Did that thing just wink at me?

A big romantic with a disposable income. The best kind.

Christmas could learn a thing or two from Ramadan. After all that food, I could use a fast!

What you did to me changed my life. I still can't sleep without my light on. Sometimes I even look under the bed to make sure you're not there. I made a mistake going upstairs with you, but Dean, you made more than a mistake. You made a choice.

I have one thing to say to you Dean. Get ready because I'm coming after you this time, not like Spinner or the Mascot. For real.

Ellie, hun, I thought vampires couldn't go out in the sun.

Hun, remember next time ask questions first, get naked later.

Do not let the cult of yoga suck you in. You'll end up wearing batik and eating speight.

You do know you can be secrecy-challenged sometimes, right?

I've seen better dancing at Heather Sinclair's grade 3 sock hop.

What’s the difference between a North Park cheerleader and a bag of trash? Trash gets taken out more often.

JT, you’re a good date if you weren’t 5’1” in a subterranean social strata, I’d maybe even consider going out again.

Gross me green, like totally.

Let’s hang a bell around Kwan’s neck because she’s a total cow.

I’m not mean. I’m right.

[spoken] It happens to other people. You say how sad, you say poor thing. But when it’s you, it’s something else. It’s everything.
[singing] You’ll never believe the nightmares / You’ll never know the pain your caused / You’ll never see the scars you left / the things you stole / Everything I lost
[PMS] You took my body / tore it in half / You took my childhood / my heart and my laugh / You took everything I kept for myself / and then you’re gone / I’m not your poor thing / You took my body / tore it in half / You took my childhood / my heart, and my laugh / You took everything I kept for myself / and then you’re gone / I’m not your poor thing.

Hun, the complete lack of invite shay-boo, paranoia induced, are we best friends or not?

Is that why you’ve been stalking me, to give me some pep talk?

I want to scare him. So bad he doesn’t ever think of doing this to someone else.

Fail English, no biggie. Fail gym, then we need to talk.

Okay, how can you look sad with a dozen roses in your greedy lap?

It’s got to be hard watching your ex-boyfriend fall madly in love with my brother.

Everything will be fine honey bee. Just take a page from the book of Paige and try a lower gear.

But you’re my dish pig. My insanely, jealous dish pig.

Ew, Spin you’re turning my stomach. Could you please eat like a person?

Uh, Rick, I would rather you not dent my parents’ van with your butt.

Misery loves company, my friend.

Actually, I’d like to answer that. That was my only experience, and I certainly would not have chosen to lose my virginity, upstairs at a house party, with a guy I’d known for an hour!

Yeah, because everyone loves partying with a wretched, badly dressed, rape victim loser.

Do any of you here know what you’re buddy is? Do you know what he does? He is a liar. Okay, a liar and a rapist!

Sorry to take away your fun but I’m about to confess. That’s what good people do when they’ve done something wrong.

Ice patches, bottomless pits, dog crap, and Alex. Pedestrian hazards to avoid.

So I’ve got ear cancer. Thanks. Dylan had me on the phone for three hours all worried.

There is a psycho in our school and no one is doing a damn thing about it.

It’s okay, Hazel and I always share. We’re Cosmetic Communists.

Okay, suddenly, Emma is cooler than me.

Another rule, love clutches are banned with girls who aren’t me. Nearness comes in varying degrees.

Flowers are nice, especially if they’re not carnations.

Hey, bag of grossness coming through.

Radich, line one. He wants his suit back.

It’s gonna cost you a hand-shaped welt if you don’t calm down.

I can’t turn off how I feel.

Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend. You either like me or you don’t.

New rule: Suggestive comments only to be delivered at prey at DeGrassi.

Yeah, I like school nights. There’s less chance of running into someone from school.

To lie is to present a falsehood. Bias is telling the truth, just a version of the truth.

That my eyes are even open in media immersion is a testament to you.

You do know you can be secrecy challenged sometimes.

Gee, why did I put a microphone in my bra, that’s such a novice, psycho, stalker mistake?

And in the meantime I get, what, expelled? Referred to as that sad, desperate, loony who stalks TAs?

He’s like the same age as you. Are you preying on Marco? Matt’s not perfect, he’s just… just wonderful and sweet and fun. And he put everything on the line for me. I’m such a jerk.

Out of the dress and my air space.

Ninth grade, my date is orange and I’m sporting a screaming sunburn. Tenth grade, our limo driver Jimboy Jed the criminal, delivers us in a cop car. Eleventh grade, it gets worse. Hopped up on painkillers, I arrive with a date who doesn’t like girls on the special bus. Hello everyone, happy prom.

Listen, girl thing, you and your ‘so post-pubescent, he makes the Backstreet Boys look relevant’ boyfriend can kiss my yoga-toned ass.

I said you could sit here, no spout kooky dark girl clichés at me.

I don’t want to come back for the reunion to find out my former friends are losers.

Now sir, I spiked at Alex in class. He distributed Manny Santos’s breasts through the school electronically. I don’t belong here.

You’re dumping me and giving me drugs.

Did you just skankify my friend?

Ew. V.I.P. does not stand for Vastly Icky Poser. What are you doing here?

Excuse me while I go flush me head down the toilet.

Spinner, may I suggest methadone to uh, kick the Christian habit?

Alex, you’re like the vinegary dressing on the Dole salad of my life.

Take it from someone who knows Spin, toking before school ends in tragedy.

And btw, what you hear at yearbook table, stays and yearbook table.

Okay, I’m the captain. I’m not in the mood for sass. And I’m changing to choreography. Is that boring?

Yeah you’re new roommate is java-ly challenged. Have a cookie.

If you turn everything into a stress fest, you’re not going to make it.

Well sweetie, a tiger can’t change his stripes overnight.

Jay’s girlfriend works at Zanzibar’s. Guess NASA wasn’t hiring.

I just thought I’d drop in, check out some naked chicks and surprise. One of them is you.

I saw you stripping. Devoid of clothing. What is there to think? What else aren’t you telling me? How bad is it that you have to do this?