Where the hell are my spanky pants?


Chad: So, you're coming with me to the after-party, right?
Taylor: As in, like, a date?
Chad: Must be your lucky day.

Troy Bolton: Dude, Ms. Darbus has snapped her cap!
Chad Danforth: Dude, you're actually listening?

Sorry new girl, but nobody hit your buzzer...


Missy: You ripped off those cheers!
Torrance Shipman: Excuse me, Missy, our cheers are 100 percent original. Count the trophies!
Missy: Well, your trophies are bullshit, and you're a sad ass liar.
Torrance Shipman: All right, that's it! Get out of the car, I'm gonna kick your ass!

Sharpay Evans: Oh, come here Kelsi. I have a summer job for you. At our country club, our rehersal pianist is evidently moving.
Kelsi Nielson: Or hiding.
Sharpay Evans: Pardon?
Kelsi Nielson: Sounds great!

Torrance Shipman: Get out of here!
Justin Shipman: Hey, this is the living room, it's public domain!

We'll be reunited at Cal State Dominguez Hills! I'll be the experienced sophomore, you'll be the hot new freshman. It'll be just like high school, only better. Dorm rooms.


Let's not put the "duh" in dumb!


Darcy: Bring on the tyros, the neophytes, and the dilettantes.
Jan: SATs are over, Darcy.
Darcy: And you're still jealous of my score.

You know ,I always liked the idea of being in control of my own future until it actaully happened.

Troy Bolton

Look, the streets is about where you're from. It's not some school talent show. There's no spring floors. There's no spotlights to use what you got and... what makes you think you got it, huh?


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