Added by Lena
Maria: Liz, could you not be near the window now?
Liz: Oh, don’t worry I’m not going to jump.
Michael: I’m about to kick his balls up into his throat.
Michael: First day of school, third grade. I’m standing by the lunch line, arguing with that ass, Mr. Trevors. He tells me that the cafeteria won’t take my food stamps. I say, “They’re for food, aren’t they?” And he looks down on me… and he says, with that scraggly moustache and that stupid comb-over, says, uh, “I don’t take lip from … welfare punks.” I’m about to kick his balls up into his throat…but then I feel someone watching me… It feels like a heat lamp… turned on the back of my neck, and… I turn around and uh… there you are. And you’re sitting at a table all by yourself, and you’re just staring right at me. So, I walk over, I sit down. You’re still staring at me, with those big eyes. And, ah …you pushed your tray of food over to me and you say, “You can have my lunch.” Right then I knew you were different. I thought you were different like I was different… only people liked you and they wanted you around. (Michael starts to cry) …I want you around… I want you around, so, please don’t go…
Isabel (to Jesse): That’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s not that I lied, but that I’m good at it. How can you tell when I’m telling you the truth?