Snyder: “There are some things I can just smell. It’s like a sixth sense.”

Giles: “Well, actually, that would be one of the five.”

“My predecessor, Mr. Flutie, may have gone in for all that touchy- feely relating nonsense, but he was eaten.”
Snyder
“Dead? Of course not. What are you, ghouls? There are no dead students here. This week.”
Principal Snyder