I've never worn a tux before. Hell, I can't even dance to save my life.
So why am I going to Cotillion again?
Because she asked you to, you fool.
Oh. Yeah. Of course. What is her deal, anyway? I mean, ever since I got here it's like electricity sparks whenever we're near each other.
She likes you man, seriously. Just look at the signs.
But, Luke--
--Screw him dude, he's a spoiled rich little pansy, you could beat him senseless--
--I can't, I promised the Cohens. Have some respect; Luke was around way before me, I can't just go barging in on his territory. Besides, it's not his fault he's an overgrown pretty boy.
Look. You like her. You stare at her with ridiculous expressions on your face, you admire her, you trip over your own feet when you're around her. You've never had less composure in your life.
Well, what would you expect? I've never felt this way around anyone. Ever. I mean, look at her. I can't keep my eyes off of her. She's gorgeous, refined, sophisticated--which is exactly why she'd never love me. I'm the "kid from Chino that steals cars and sets people's houses on fire," remember? I've been to prison more than once. I have no money, I have no car, I have nothing. I'm a full out loser. Trouble follows me wherever I go. It's not that I'm a rotten kid, it just seems to find me. I can't help it. Tell me again exactly how I'm supposed to impress her?
The Cohens will provide for you, they're very generous.
I'm not going to go running to them every time I have a little mediocre problem. I can't ask favors from them, you don't understand.
I see. So you feel that Marissa is mediocre, do you?
No, I didn't say that--
--Listen to me. The Cohens are taking care of you now, they've assumed responsibility for you, there's no reason to think that you've worn out your welcome or that you've used up all your 'get out of jail free' cards. I'm sure they'd let you borrow their car. They've bought you nice clothes. It's not like you can't go out and get a job, either.
Okay, fine. So what about Luke?
You still don't get it, do you?
Why don't you explain it to me?
When will you learn to read body language? Have you not noticed that she looks at you the same way you look at her?
Well--
--Seriously, man. Get a clue. She wants you; it's all a matter of Luke getting in the way. Just be patient, she will come to you. Now, in the meantime, do something with your hair, will you? Get yourself together for this ball, it's your time to shine, buddy boy. It's time to make a good impression on everyone.
Because she asked you to, you fool.
Oh. Yeah. Of course. What is her deal, anyway? I mean, ever since I got here it's like electricity sparks whenever we're near each other.
She likes you man, seriously. Just look at the signs.
But, Luke--
--Screw him dude, he's a spoiled rich little pansy, you could beat him senseless--
--I can't, I promised the Cohens. Have some respect; Luke was around way before me, I can't just go barging in on his territory. Besides, it's not his fault he's an overgrown pretty boy.
Look. You like her. You stare at her with ridiculous expressions on your face, you admire her, you trip over your own feet when you're around her. You've never had less composure in your life.
Well, what would you expect? I've never felt this way around anyone. Ever. I mean, look at her. I can't keep my eyes off of her. She's gorgeous, refined, sophisticated--which is exactly why she'd never love me. I'm the "kid from Chino that steals cars and sets people's houses on fire," remember? I've been to prison more than once. I have no money, I have no car, I have nothing. I'm a full out loser. Trouble follows me wherever I go. It's not that I'm a rotten kid, it just seems to find me. I can't help it. Tell me again exactly how I'm supposed to impress her?
The Cohens will provide for you, they're very generous.
I'm not going to go running to them every time I have a little mediocre problem. I can't ask favors from them, you don't understand.
I see. So you feel that Marissa is mediocre, do you?
No, I didn't say that--
--Listen to me. The Cohens are taking care of you now, they've assumed responsibility for you, there's no reason to think that you've worn out your welcome or that you've used up all your 'get out of jail free' cards. I'm sure they'd let you borrow their car. They've bought you nice clothes. It's not like you can't go out and get a job, either.
Okay, fine. So what about Luke?
You still don't get it, do you?
Why don't you explain it to me?
When will you learn to read body language? Have you not noticed that she looks at you the same way you look at her?
Well--
--Seriously, man. Get a clue. She wants you; it's all a matter of Luke getting in the way. Just be patient, she will come to you. Now, in the meantime, do something with your hair, will you? Get yourself together for this ball, it's your time to shine, buddy boy. It's time to make a good impression on everyone.