Charlie: Right now we are alive and in this moment I swear we are infinite.
Charlie: I really wanna be a writer but I don’t know what I’d write about.
Sam: You can write about us.
Patrick: Call it ‘The slut and the falcon’ make us solve crimes
Bill: You know they say if you make one friend on your first day you’ll do good.
Charlie: If my English teacher is the only friend I make today, that’ll be sorta depressing.
Charlie: I don’t know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone who has gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.
Sam: How do you feel, Charlie?
Charlie: I just really want a milkshake.
Charlie: Dear Friend, I’m sorry I haven’t written in awhile, but I’ve been trying hard to not be a loser.
Patrick: My life is officially an after school special.
Patrick: How’s your first relationship going?
Charlie: It’s so bad, that I keep fantasizing that one of us is dying of cancer, so that I don’t have to break up with her.
Mr. Callahan: Nothing, why don’t you read first?
Patrick: Alright, Chapter 1: Surviving your fascist shop teacher who needs to put kids down to feel big. Oh wow! This is useful guys, we should read on!
Patrick: I’ll tell you Sam, this one is tough. I have received a harmonica, a magnetic poetry set, a book about Harvey Milk, and a mix tape with the song Asleep on it twice. I mean, I have no idea. This collection of presents are so gay that I think I must have given them to myself. Despite that distinct possibility, I’m going to have to go with… DRUM ROLL. Charlie! Obviously!
Charlie: So, you’re not scared of me?
Charlie: So, we can be friends again?
Sam: Of course!
[She hugs him]
Sam: C’mon. Lets go be psychos together!
[Tripping on acid, to Sam]
Charlie: I saw this tree. But it was a dragon. Then it was a tree again. It just lied to me.
Charlie: Sam, do you ever think, that if people knew how crazy you really were that no one would ever talk to you?
Sam: All the time.
Charlie: I know who you are, Sam. I know I’m quiet… and, and I should speak more. But if you knew the things that were in my head most of the time, you’d know what I really meant. How, how much we’re alike and, and how we’ve been through things… and you’re not small. You’re beautiful.
Charlie: Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?
Bill: Are we talking about anyone specific?
Bill: We accept the love we think we deserve.
Charlie: Can we make them know they deserve more?
Bill: We can try.
Charlie: You got me a present?
Sam: After all your help on my Penn State application? Of course I did. Open it!
[Charlie opens it to see a typewriter]
Charlie: I don’t know what to say.
Sam: You don’t have to say anything.
Sam: You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think it counts as love.
Patrick: Hey, Sam.
Sam: Question. Could the bathrooms here be anymore disgusting?
Patrick: Yes, they call it the men’s room.
Sam: So, I finally got a hold of Bob.
Patrick: Party tonight?
Sam: He’s till trying to shag that waitress from the Olive Garden.
Patrick: Ugh, he’s never tossing that salad.