Allison: I’d rather just wake up with you.
Scott: You will. High school’s only two more years.
Allison: Hm. Which is hard enough for normal people to get through. (…) I - I want anything that lets me be with you. And not just till the end of high school.
Scott: Well, then you better not get into too good of a college. My grades suck.
Allison: Not just to college. I’m serious.
Lloro de amor