"I can't do it."
"Maybe if you didn't listen to music…"
"Hey! Music is not the reason I'm gonna fail math! It's cause I'm not smart enough to be in this class."
"You're smart enough."
"Then why am I confused?"
"Math is hard stuff. Did you take notes?"
"Yeah."
"Then what don't you understand?"
"Everything."
"Are you trying to make this hard?"
"No more than usual."
"Then what's wrong, Johanna?"
"I'm confused."
"Would you like me to explain it to you?"
"That might help."
"Stop being sarcastic."
"Why are you bein so serious?"
"Because I, and while I may be the only one, want you to stay in this math class."
"Why?"
"Lots of reasons."
"Such as…?"
"For one, your smart enough."
"I don't mean to sound rude, but can you just show me how to do this?"
"Sure, if you turn the music off."
"But-"
"It'll help if there's no outside noise."
"Since when did you know this much?"
"Since Dave explained it to me."
"That guy knows too much to be good for him."
"Tell that to Mary Ann."
"I did…I still have the bruise where she punched my arm."
"How long ago was this?"
"Yesterday."
"You girls are insane."
"Oh, like you guys aren't?"
"We're guys. We're aloud to be insane."
"That's a sterio-type!"
"Turn the music off."
"Ugh. Fine! You win!"
"Now pick up your pencil…"
"Ya know what?"
"What?"
"There's something else your trying to get at."
"Prove it."
"Ya wanna go to a movie tonight?"
"Aren't we already on a date?"
"I don't think me sucking at math counts."
"Only if you do one thing for me."
"What?"
"Stop humming so we can work. Sooner we finish, sooner we can go to that movie."
"Well…I suppose."
"And stop passing notes with Mary Ann about our last date."
"How-?"
"You didn't think I wasn't gonna find out. Word travels fast."
"I've stopped humming."
"And now I'll help you."
"Oh, and Blink?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
"What are boyfriends for?"