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17-year-old Natalie thinks she's got it all figured out until she falls for a guy who has nothing to lose.
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: 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: What's the rush? We're here in a yellow truck, a road ahead of us and nothing but opportunities.
Natalie: Fuck you. Keith: You just did, partner.
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: So you don't remember. Natalie: What? Keith: Well, I sit behind you in the sixth grade play, you were the princess and I was Russian Soldier #3. Natalie: Don't remember that. Keith: Of course not. A princess never remembers the little people. Natalie: Excuse me while I cry for 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'm staying with you until you leave. I don't care how much time we have. Get that you stupid jerk.
Natalie: [Just after Keith stops his truck from going over the edge of the cliff] What the hell was that? You crazy? You don't do shit like that! You could get yourself killed! Keith: Not to mention what would have happened to my truck.
Keith: [after he kisses Natalie] We should probably leave. Natalie: Yeah. Keith: We're lab partners. Natalie: Yeah. Keith: This is strictly a lab partnership. Natalie: Absolutely. Keith: And Walter would be very, very upset right now.
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.
Keith: What are we doing? Really. Natalie: This is the goodbye scene. Keith: Let's not. Okay?
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!
Keith: I've never lied in this far, and I'm not gonna start now.
Natalie: Where you been the last two weeks? Keith: "Last two weeks?" What, do you come here every day?
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.
Natalie: You don't care what people think. You're just... you.
Natalie: In case you haven't heard: picnics - they usually take place outdoors. Keith: Oh, is that what it says in the officaial picnic rulebook?
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.
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.
[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: [to Walter Miles] I'll whip her into shape. Natalie: [to Keith] Who the hell do you think you are? Keith: Who do YOU think I am?
Natalie: Are you crazy? You don't do shit like that! You could get yourself killed! Keith: Not to mention what would've happened to my truck.
Natalie: Did you want to go over? Keith: I wasn't even close. Natalie: Yes you were. Keith: You don't know how 'close' is.