“I don't care that you smoke pot. I mean, I'm not going to join you and I'd prefer to hang out with you when you're sober, but I'm not looking to change you.”

“I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ”

“If you skip one class, everyone knows about it. The teacher will track you down, or one of the guidance counselors will track you down and ask if you're smoking pot. According to the geniuses running this place, the only reason you would skip class is if you're smoking pot, though I actually find my classes more enjoyable when I'm high.”

“You say that every morning.”Miles shrugged. “You're late every morning.”“Then wake me up sooner.”“I have a better idea—why don't you go to sleep when I tell you to?”“I'm not tired then. I'm only tired in the mornings.”“Join the club.”

“I'm not entirely sure who you are. I mean, you're not really a kid anymore and you're not an adult. ... So, you're going through all these changes, and I don't know who you'll be at the end of it.”

“I'm telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn't right. You haven't fooled everybody. I'm going to find out what you're up to. I'm going to expose you.""Looking forward to it.”