Ryan Seacrest: My falsetto, let me show you it. Or not.
Prom Queen: A psychic told me I was the next American Idol, so we can all go home now. Hee hee hee hee hee!
Simon: This picture is naughty.
Prom Queen: Thank you!1
Simon: What we have here is a failure to communicate.
Prom Queen: *won't shut up*
Randy: You shoulda sang "Ain't Too Proud to Beg".
Prom Queen: *can't stop laughing maniacally*
Harry Potter Fan: *can't sing*
Simon: I hate what you're wearing.
Harry Potter Fan: Okay, thank you! :D
Nice Jacket: Ever heard of the Jaws of Life? Well, I have the Jacket of Life.
Jesus: My kids told me to come here.
Randy: I call bullshit. Jesus didn't have any kids.
Jesus: >:| You wanna see 'em?
Randy: Ok, sing a song for your kids.
Jesus: ~*~Oh, my love. I hunger for your touch.~*~
f: Well, that was wildly inappropriate.
Rubik's Cube: Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow.
Judges: Thanks for coming out.
Black Hat: *gets on one knee and sings badly*
Randy: Paula wants your baby.
Ryan: Ah, San Francisco. The city of hippies.
Simon and Kara: *are not hippies*
Wannabe Biology Student: Trachea is pronounced "trayshia". I know because of my learnings.
Ryan: You're just reading from your notes. You don't actually know anything. Oops, did I say that out loud?
Wannabe Biology Student: I also write my own songs and have an overinflated ego! I'm a shoo-in!
Judges: You suck.
Wannabe Biology Student: Sorry, let me sing another song. That one came from the wrong rectum.
Wannabe Biology Student: *tries singing again*
Judges: Will you never leave?
Wannabe Biology Student: I shouldn't have let them irractitate me.
Local Girl: Man, oh man. What should I sing? Wait, what year is this? Whooooo~!
Simon: It was like you were drunk.
Local Girl: No, man, I'm just hiiiiigh.
Emo Boy #2: I'm going to butcher Bohemian Rhapsody now.
Simon and Kara: *ignore this utterly in favour of their TOTALLY NOT SCRIPTED ongoing catfight*
Emo Boy #2: *gets through to Hollywood in the fray*
Skull Shirt: I'm just here to make my momma proud.
Simon: You have the personality of a ship singer.
Skull Shirt: Thank you!
Simon: That wasn't a compliment.
Kara: Blah blah blah blah.
Simon: Shut up and send the poor boy to Hollywood already.
Skull Shirt: Woo! I'm gonna buy my momma a house!