- Sloan: Seems to me like you all were in such a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city that you turned your kids into exactly what you were trying to get away from.
- Cole: Fred, your son and some of his friends are a part of this problem.
- Fred Willat: My son and his friends are a part of this goddamn town!
- [Carl shoots Mark off his motorcycle with his BB air rifle]
- Mark: You little asshole!
- Carl: Come many closer and I'm going to blow your eyes out.
- Mark: That evens it up, huh? Good shot, man. Were you aiming for my nose? Man, you sure get your money's worth.
- Carl: You live here, huh?
- Mark: Practically. They suspended me, at least until my hearing, which I don't even know when it's going to be. Are you suspended?
- Carl: No.
- Mark: Just ditching, huh? It's okay. Don't worry. I used to do that all the time. I heard about Richie White getting it. You know, Doberman's out of hand.
- Carl: What'd you get suspended for?
- Mark: Oh, some stupid things-- stolen goods. I bet they reduce it. Doberman wouldn't put me away anyway. It's a joke, man. Man if I was you, I'd go home, go to bed. What are they going to do with a little kiddie like you? You never did nothing.
- Carl: They got to catch me first.
- Mark: Forget it, man. You won't get past Sweetwater. They'll pick you up anytime they want. Believe me, I know.
- Carl: You don't know. All you've ever done is gone around shooting things with this stupid air rifle.
- Mark: Hey, don't make me mad, man. We'll have to start this stupid thing all over again. It ain't like that at all.
- Carl: Here
- [hands back the rifle]
- Mark: Hey, I think you're all right, man. Anytime you want to come say hello, just leave a message with my secretary. All right?
- Doberman: I don't get you, Carl. You live in a good place, your dad's got a good job with the Caddies. You're getting to be more of a punk every day, you know that? Lemme ask you somethin'. You got a drive and need to louse things up for yourself?
- Carl: I've got a drive, and need to be left alone, okay?
- Sandra Willat: [Reaches for Carl's bruised and bloody face] What happened?
- Carl: [Jerks away] Don't touch it!
- Sandra Willat: Well, who did this to you?
- Carl: I don't know who did it! It was dark!
- [Runs up stairs]
- Sandra Willat: Carl, we don't want you, to see your friend, Richie White for a while. Or, Claude Zachary either, now the teen center's gonna be closed, for a while. At least, get a new accounts fair.
- Carl: What's wrong with, Julia?
- Sandra Willat: I know, you like her, hon. But, she can't control, the wilder kids.
- Carl: Bullshit!
- Fred Willat: Don't you ever, talk to your mother like that again, young man. Do you hear, me?
- Carl: You're crazy.
- Fred Willat: Don't leave, while we're talking to you.
- Carl: Get off of me!
- [Fred, slaps Carl in the face]
- Sandra Willat: Fred, stop that!
- [Carl stormed off into his room while his parents were arguing]
- Mark: How about a hit, man?
- [Carl holds out the joint he gets up to smoke it]
- Carl: Thanks for getting me busted.
- Mark: That's okay. I don't need you to mention my name to the cops.
- Carl: No, I don't think your name popped up.
- Mark: [threateningly] 'Cause if I ever found out you mentioned my name to a cop, you'd be eating lunch through a tube.
- [Walks off]
- Cory: What are you looking at?
- Carl: Nothing. You.
- Cory: And?
- Carl: You could do a lot better.
- Mark: Hey, I think you are all right, man. Anytime you want to come say hello, just leave a message with my secretary. All right?
- Sandra Willat: You weren't too hard on him, were you?
- Fred Willat: [sighs] I broke both his legs. Didn't you see him crawl up the stairs?
- Cole: [Carl comes in bruised up] Freddy, Freddy, let Sandra handle it, that's what mothers are for!
- Fred Willat: But my son's all bloodied up, he's all beat the hell up!