Neil: You called me your fucking... angel.
Coach: I like you, Neil. I like you so much.
Neil: Different folks, different strokes.
Wendy: I can't believe I'm finally getting out of this fucking nowhere town.
Neil: I hate it when they look like Tarzan but sound like Jane.
Eric: Okay's a relative term.
Neil: You're the only one I ever told.
Wendy: I know.
Neil: I never told Eric or my Mom. And I know some people might think it's f_____d up, or whatever? But what happened that summer... is a huge part of me. No one ever made me feel that way, before or since. Like I was special.
Wendy: Neil, you were eight years old.
Neil: Yeah, but he really loved me. I mean, there were other kids sometimes, but... I was his prize. I was his one true love.
