- Fergie: Benny McGill's wee brother's a smart wee cunt. How do you no' know I'm no' on my way to go stab fuck out of him right now? And how do you know I wouldnae take it out on you? See that there? That's a fucking blade. Know what that's used for? For gutting daft wee fucking boys like you, you wee cunt. Luckily for you, however, I'm a fuckin' good guy, and me and Benny are good pals.
- Mr. McLeod: You can copy what you're missed off one of your classmates - that is, if they're not intimidated by your superior intellect.
- Mr. McLeod: Take your seats. And stop your crying. Why is it that whenever a boy is sent to this class he seems to think he's in the beginning of a never-ending downward spiral to failure? Now, I'm starting to take this personally! I am just as bloody good as any other teacher in this or any other bloody school!
- Mr. Holmes: Well, you two better keep eating your porridge, 'cause it looks as if the future of the human race is gonna depend on you.
- Canta: I'm Canta fae Hardridge and I fucking like battering wee swotty cunts like you, ya prick. See, when you're in my school, you gonna get your cunt kicked in every single day. First day, I'm gonna break your legs, fucking demolish you, rip your heid off. I swear to God, you're dead, wee man. First day, you're fucking dead.