- Tara Webster: [voiceover] Back in Hatchie, EVERY boy played football, even though the local team hadn't won since color TV was invented. Every Saturday people drove 500K's to watch them lose. Except me. I was too busy dancing. It made no sense, everyone fighting over a ball. Why didn't they just get their own?
- Abigail Armstrong: [trying to keep their relationship hidden] Don't you think all this secrecy's kinda hot?
- Samuel Lieberman: Really? Hot? No, no, not hot! I feel used and violated. You can't kiss someone and pretend it's irrelevant. It means something.
- Abigail Armstrong: It's just lips on other lips.
- Samuel Lieberman: I know you don't mean that.
- Jai: How's the coffee here?
- Abigail Armstrong: [coldly] Brown and wet.
- Jai: Right... I should probably get going. My, uh, rond de jambe's crying out for attention.
- Abigail Armstrong: [referring to suddenly kissing Jai the day before] That THING yesterday? It was a social experiment. Just so you know.
- Jai: [wittily] Oooo. I picked out the ring and everything.