I can't believe the retarded quarterback's a pill-popper.

But I don't know anyJews that go to temple.

I love you so much. I'm so proud of you.

I don't really feel like stressed or anxious at all.

- Anyway, how's your head? - I should live through the day.

I spent 26 years waiting for something else to start.

Yeah. So I think he'd prefer me to stay on it.

My boyfriend was gonna pick me up so I brought it.

- Can you elaborate on "doing anything"? - I know this guy, Jesse.

- He doesn't drive a bike? - No, I don't have a boyfriend.

I was totally going to hit you up for some, man.

You know, you and I need to work on being okay...

I was a little boy, and somebody made a shitty latch.

I suppose it is odd that we live down here like this.

I don't want this guy taking you to, like, some sketchy quarry...

- Shut up. - No, I mean, your mom was right. You're really good.

I mean, they sent me away. They sent me to boarding school.

"Sent me away" sounds like I went to some asylum or something.

- I should get your number. - Yeah, definitely. That'd be... That'd be cool.

I could say no, but how would you know I'm not lyin'?