Catherine comes into her room after a shower with a basket of laundry in her hands, and Patrick is lying on her bed.
— Hi.
Catherine drops the basket in fright.
— Oh my God, you scared the bejesus out of me.
Patrick gets out of bed and walks over to Catherine.
— I missed you.
— What are you... What are you doing here?
— Aren't you going to say hello?
Patrick pulls Catherine to him and kisses her.
— Hello. You've got to go now. If my dad finds you here, he'll send me to convent, and I have a real problem with organized religion.
— What's going on? Young man, where do you think you're going? You walk out of here, you're suspended. Did you here what I said?
Patrick salutes the headmistress and leaves the school. The headmistress is about to search Patrick's backpack, but Catherine snatches it out.
— You have no right to go through this.
Catherine follows Patrick to the exit.
— Kat, come back here with that, or you're suspended, too.
— Then I guess I'm suspended.
Catherine goes outside and approaches Patrick, who has already got on his motorcycle. She hands him the backpack.
— This is yours.
Patrick takes his backpack and smiles broadly at Kat.
— You sure about this?
— No. But I'm doing this.
Catherine gets on her motorcycle and hugs Patrick.
— "Hold my hair".
— Excuse me?
— That's what you said to me at your party right before you hurled.
— Nice.
— You don't have to beat people up for me. I can do that myself.
— I'm sure you can! But I didn't beat anybody up.
— Yeah, right.
— Scout's honor.
Can I ask you a favor? Don't break my heart. Okay?
You know, most people have a forehead. You've got a five-head. Five! I mean, that's what all the big agencies are looking for. It's like a billboard on your face!
— Do I know you?
— Cameron James...
— ... Oh, Bianca's gay friend. Man, I really admire you for busting stereotypes. I'm actually trying to do the same thing. I want to show the world that straight guys can be models, in the same way that you're trying to show the world that gay guys don't have to have six-pack abs.
— You do realize that this is your only car, and if you destroy it, I'm not getting you another one.
— Relax, Dad. I printed a comprehensive instruction manual off the Internet. Got nine out of ten stars.
— Hey, what's going on?
— Just wrapping up another day in paradise.
— Listen, about the other day. I just wanted to say... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone through your bag or stabbed you in the foot.
— Ah, don't sweat it. But let's keep our distance. The doctor said it would heal faster if I reduced the amount of crazy in my life. [He leaves]
— Crazy? I'm not crazy. Yes, I'm talking to myself. It's a sign of genius.