Mr. Anderson: You should learn to participate. Why didn't you raise your hand? They call you the "teacher's pet," "freak," that kinda thing? I used to get "spaz." I mean, come on, "spaz"? You know, I heard you had a tough time last year. But they say if you make one friend on your first day, you're doing okay.
Charlie: Thank you, sir, but if my English teacher is the only friend I make today, that would be sorta depressing.
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Patrick: Everyone, raise your glasses to Charlie.
Charlie: What did I do?
Patrick: You didn't do anything. We just wanna toast to our new friend. You see things. And you understand. You're a wallflower. What is it? What's wrong?
Charlie: I didn't think anyone noticed me.
Patrick: Well, we didn't think there was anyone cool left to meet.
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Brad: This is pathetic, man. Your fixation on me.
Patrick: Do you want your friends to know how you got those bruises? Really?
Brad: I got jumped in a parking lot.
Patrick: Where? Schenley park? Do you guys know about Schenley park? Do your friends know . . .
Brad: I don't know what kinda sick shit you're trying to pull. But you better walk away right now. Nothing.
Patrick: Fine. Say "hi" to your dad for me.
Brad: Whatever, faggot.