“Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.”

“We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.”

“In the wake of my talk with Earl, we had come to a mutual understanding about Lena, the only kind guys ever come to. Meaning, I hadn’t brought it up, and they hadn’t brought it up, and between us, we somehow all agreed to go on like this indefinitely. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“She's not my girlfriend. We're just friends," I said automatically. "Shut up. You're so whipped I should buy you a saddle." Which he would've said about any girl I talked to, talked about, or even looked at in the hall. "She's not. Nothing's happened. We just hang out." "You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet. You like her, Wate. Admit it." Link wasn't big on subtleties, and I don't think he could imagine hanging out with a girl for any reason other than maybe she played lead guitar, except for the obvious ones.”

“These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.”

“So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out.Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.”

“- L, did you know we’re reenacting the Salem witch trials in Englishtomorrow?- Haven’t been memorizing your case file? Do you even look in yourbackpack anymore?- Did you know my dad is videotaping it? I do. Because I walked in on his lunch date with Mrs. English.- Ewww.- What should we do?- I guess we should start calling her Ms. English?- Not funny, L.”