Can I ask you a favor? Don't break my heart. Okay?
— ... I may have overreacted a little when I kicked the trash can over on him.
— It's very noble of you to confess.
— Thank you. So he doesn't have detention?
— No. You have it with him.
— What you did was dangerous. Very, very, very dangerous.
— I was going two miles an hour, not exactly the Fast and the Furious.
— I...use that data to carefully plot out our first encounter, so as to easily befriend and beguile her.
— Beguile? Big word, Shakespear.
— You drive me.
— No way, Miss Daisy.
— I'll tell Dad you're not a virgin.
— You have one hour.
— How do I look?
— Shallow.
— Thank you!
— You never get a second chance to make a first impression.
— Please, we're talking about teenagers. They're impressed by shiny objects.
— Thus my earings.