Rayanne: Whatever your dad may be doing with whatever girl, and you don’t even know if he is, he’s still the type of dad that would lay two Dead tickets on you, out of nowhere. That’s what matters.
Brian: You want my sweater?
Angela: Okay.
Brian: Try not to sweat into it.
Angela: Why do you have to say things like that?
Angela (voiceover): I didn’t know what I was looking for. Some kind of…proof. Something that would make it make sense for me to hate him.
Angela: [sees Graham, drops wallet, slams briefcase shut] Um, I… I lost… part of my homework.
Graham: Did you find it?
Angela: No.