Abby: What’s wrong with you? He’s just a kid. We’re all just kids, and we just have this life and the things you say and do, we feel that. How can you have so much hate in your heart? How can you act like it doesn’t matter. It does matter. What happened to us, huh? We’re just kids. We can’t be like this…it’s not possible.
Rachel: Seven hundred days. High school. Out of twenty or thirty thousand. Can’t you see past that? It’s only seven hundred days.
Jimmy: Yeah, and how many of these days do I get back? Do I get back the days I got spit on? Or the day I learned to look at the floor when I walked? Or how about the day my dad came to pick me up and saw me getting my ass kicked on the quad and realized his son was a loser? You ever see the look in your father’s eyes when he realizes that? Do I get that day back?