Seth: You know what I was thinking? I think that this being your last night and all, we should do something special. I don’t know what. Possibly get a couple of tattoos, or some hookers and lose our virginity. Right? Nothing. Okay, dude, I don’t know. There’s a shark movie at the IMAX if that’s what you’re into.
Sandy: …And you know, they do find foster homes for kids your age.
Seth: Yeah, because everybody wants a brand new teenager. I’m sorry if I’m the only one here that will state the obvious—
Seth: —but we have all this extra room here. We have a pool house. Yet. You guys are going to ship him off to a group home? Am I the only one who gets how much that sucks?
Ryan: It’s okay. Really.
Seth: I want to come with you. You know what I’ve always wanted to do besides sail to Tahiti? I want to do that whole Kerouac thing. Hit the road, stop at diner to diner, the pancake tour of North America.
Seth: Fair enough.
Seth: Where you going?
Ryan: I don’t know. New town, get a job somewhere, save some money.
Seth: That’s a great plan. Sounds like you’ve given it a lot of thought.
Ryan: Got a better idea?
Seth: Actually I do.
Marissa: You guys are up to something.
Seth: Dude, what’d you tell her?
Ryan: I didn’t tell her anything. Maybe the black turtleneck in August tipped her off.
Seth: Okay, I was going for stealth. And also it’s slimming.
Marissa driving : Why won’t you tell me where we’re going? This is pretty far away.
Seth: Oh, wow. Complaining. That’s very interesting considering nobody invited you.
Marissa: Before I came along you were on a skateboard.
Marissa: What’s your problem, Cohen? I mean what did I ever do to you?
Seth: Nothing, Marissa. I’ve lived next door to you forever and you’ve never done or said anything to me.
Marissa: Oh my god. You’re the one that never talks to me. You think you’re so much better than everyone.
Seth: I do? Well if you’re talking about Luke, then yes. Because that guy shaves his chest.
Marissa: He plays water polo.
Seth: We know. Half the team tried to kill us the other night.
Ryan: I’m not too popular around here. And your boyfriend… is a little bit angry.
Marissa: You’re telling me you didn’t try to hit him back?
Ryan: Actually, I hit him first.
Marissa: Well, hard to believe you’re not more popular.
Luke Ward: Shut up, queer.
Seth quietly: Yeah, well at least I don’t shave my chest.
Luke: What did you just say?
Seth: I said you look good in a sweater vest. It was a compliment.
Luke: Do you want me to break you, Cohen?
Luke: No way. Look who’s back. You know you’re a little far from 8 Mile.
Sandy: Promise me right now that you’d never do that—that you’d never run away, no matter how bad things may seem. Your mom and I will always be there.
Seth: Dad, please. Take it down a notch.
Sandy: From the minute you were born I knew that I would never take another easy breath again without knowing you were safe.
Seth: So I’m like asthma?
Marissa: Maybe I could spend the night, just hang out?
Ryan: You can’t stay. If you stay—if we spend the night—I don’t know that I could leave.
Marissa: Well then don’t.
Ryan: You go back to school in the fall. And I’ll just what? Hang around here, hiding like some ghost?
Julie: I can’t believe that I’m old enough to have watched people play basketball in those shorts.
Sandy: Officer. I’m Mr. Atwood’s attorney. Please don’t ask him any questions unless I’m present. to Ryan Keep your mouth shut. to Luke You too.