- Keith: I had it all figured out, so I cut out early? Who cares? It's probably a good thing. Life sucks, anyway. Then I met you, and it got weird. And you were so amazing. And I...
- Natalie: What? What?
- Keith: I just wanted a little more time. So all in all, I'd say you're the worst thing that's ever happened to me. Goodbye, partner.
- Keith: What's the rush? We're here in a yellow truck, a road ahead of us and nothing but opportunities.
- Keith: Wake up, Natalie. Don't you see what happened here? You had a beautiful life, and I had shit. I hated your guts. I wanted to take you down, I wanted to make you as miserable as I am, and that is exactly what I did. Now, how's that for a goodbye?
- Natalie: Pretty lame.
- Keith: Face it, Anderson, I screwed you. I screwed you big time.
- Natalie: So you screwed me. So what? Me? I made love to you.
- Keith: [spills liquid on chem table] Ohh, God.
- Natalie: Be careful, would you?
- Keith: Am I gonna be in trouble for that? Are you gonna punish me for this?
- Natalie: I might have to.
- Keith: 'Cause you know how I feel about all that stuff.
- Natalie: Look, partner, you know the deal.
- Keith: But those spiky heels really hurt me.
- Natalie: Keith, you've been a bad boy and now you gonna pay the price.
- [Keith groans]
- Natalie: [looking at the people sharing their chem lab table who are staring] Do you mind?
- Natalie: I don't... I don't care where you're gonna be next year. I don't care if you're crazy. God, I just know I wanna be with you. I don't understand what you're doing. It seems so pointless, I mean everything... It just seems pointless but when I'm with you it's different. I don't know why.
- Keith: I've been thinking about what you said, about that concrete goal.
- Alan Ascher: And?
- Keith: I think I've nailed it. I feel really good about this one, Al.
- Alan Ascher: Lay it on me.
- Keith: It's a girl.
- Alan Ascher: Cool. What's she like?
- Keith: You know. Smart, beautiful, popular. A classic TGFY. Too Good For You, Al.
- Alan Ascher: But not for you?
- Keith: Well, I'm sorta outside the whole high school food chain at this point, wouldn't you say?
- Alan Ascher: So, are you gonna ask her out?
- Keith: Ask her out? No, bad idea, no. I mean, where's the theraputic value in that?
- Alan Ascher: So, what's the plan?
- Keith: Simple, I'm gonna have fun with her.
- Natalie: Why didn't you tell me?
- Keith: Everybody bites it sooner or later. I'm just in the AP class, ahead of the game.
- Natalie: Always the joke.
- Keith: Al says it's a phase. It'll stop soon, but hey, at least it wasn't about the sympathy for the sick kid.
- Natalie: That's not fair.
- Keith: Is Duke fair? Is Europe fair? At this rate I won't even make it to London, Ontario. Is that fair? Bowling, that's what I get. Bowling.
- Office Lady: Can I help you?
- Natalie: Oh, we're just, uh, waiting for Mr. Richardson. He said he had to finish a phone call.
- Office Lady: [skeptically] Okay.
- Keith: [as soon as the office lady closes the door] Goddamn that Richardson!
- Natalie: Yeah! Who does he think he is? That little monkey!
- Keith: I'm sick of this shit! You know what, baby? We're going straight to the top! We're getting his little monkey-ass fired!
- Natalie: I'm staying with you until you leave. I don't care how much time we have. Get that you stupid jerk.
- Keith: [Keith shows up out of the blue in chemistry class] Four test tubes, three beakers, and a bunsen burner.
- Mr. Miles: Yeah, okay, everything seems to be in order. Keys?
- [Keith hands him his key]
- Mr. Miles: Natalie? Key?
- [Natalie hands him her key]
- Keith: The end of chemistry as we know it.
- Natalie: You're such a goddamn glib little actor! As far as I'm concerned, this is a really chicken shit goodbye!
- [Natalie storms out of the room]
- Keith: Don't worry, Walter, she was addressing her remarks to me.
- [Unhappy with Keith as a chemistry lab partner, Natalie speaks to the teacher]
- Mr. Miles: Keith is actually pretty sharp when he applies himself.
- Natalie: Okay, but we kinda...
- Mr. Miles: ...lack Chemistry?
- Natalie: Yeah.
- Mr. Miles: Try to make it work, okay?
- [Natalie heads to the door. She just gets to it when Keith appears before the teacher as well]
- Keith: About this Natalie Anderson thing: Walter, she's a complete anal-compulsive control freak. How do you expect me to work with that?
- Keith: Do you think our check is ready? I-I know, pumpkin love; you know I'm pissed off, too. Can you believe this shit? It's been three months since that accident. The nerve.