Scott: Why didn’t you believe me?
Mr. Barringer: It’s not something I wanted to believe. You’re my son!
Scott: And she was your wife!
Mr. Barringer: Yes, she was my wife. But you never said no. Not once did you have the guts to say no.
Scott: So what are you saying? That it’s my fault?
Mr. Barringer: Yes. It’s your fault. If you couldn’t control yourself who’s fault could it be?
Scott: Hers! Don’t you get it? Hers! Not mine! Hers!
Mr. Barringer: To tell you the truth it’s not something I want to talk about.
Scott: Well then maybe you should be the one going to Horizon. Because all we do is talk. We talk about drugs, we talk about depression, we talk about stepmothers seducing and molesting their stepsons.
Scott: I can’t go home.
Peter: Why not? What’s going on at home?
Scott: If my dad finds out…
Peter: If your dad finds out what?
Scott: Don’t make me go home.
Shelby: Don’t get mad. This is gonna sound weird but…I thought guys always wanted it.
Scott: Me too.
Shelby: Are you gonna tell the guys here?
Scott: I don’t know.
Shelby: If you do, they have to report it. It’s like the law of the school. It happened to a girl here once. Her father abused her. She told them, and they called the police. There was this big investigation.
Scott: What happened to her?
Shelby: He came and took her home.
Elaine: He’ll never believe you. He loves me.
Scott: It’s the truth.
Elaine: The truth is us Scott. It doesn’t have to be this way. You can do whatever you want.
Scott: You’re done.
Shelby: Is she pretty?
Scott: She makes me sick!
Scott: Why don’t you tell him the truth? Tell him why I used! Tell him why I had to get high every day!
Scott: You think I’m lying, too?
Peter: No. You say it, I believe it.
Scott: For the first time in so long, I feel like I can breathe.
Shelby: Hey Ezra, I need a read on these mushrooms, do they have any hallucinatory promises?
Ezra: Not unless death is a hallucination.
Scott: I’ve been a bad, bad Cliffhanger.
Scott: She’s not a skank. She’s a woman and my friend. Three things I can no longer say about you.
Mr. Barringer: You’re my only child. And I love you. Look at me! But I don’t know you anymore.
Scott: It’s me, Dad. Just me. I know you don’t believe it. And I know you don’t want to. But it happened. It’s the truth.