But now that the cat's out of the bag, I will end things.

So, I have, like, four more of those at home.

But if any of you are really interested in robotics, I promise I am going to change the culture of my club.

I guess I'm just gonna have to take my business to a more economical shop.

I just have to take care of one teeny, tiny, baby little thing first.

But just to rewind a second, it kind of seems like you trust Davey more than me.

It makes more sense to you that a total rando out of nowhere would deface my car rather than the girl who is currently furious at me?

It's just that every single thing I'd hoped for for senior year has been completely ruined by friggin' Margot.

Maybe because you were really mad at her and have unlimited access to art supplies and currently are smashing things in a fiery rage.

The garage.

You ate the last eggo and left the empty box in the freezer.

You mess with the Subaru, you get the bumper.

And this happened at the end of the day?

Just like the L.A.

I'm the victim here.

The boy's got turtles.

The truth is out.

Who the hell are you?

Okay, get in the car.

I don't think that's the lyric.