The Geek: Come on, what's the problem here? I'm a boy. You're a girl. Is there any thing wrong with me trying to put together some kind of relationship between us? Okay, look, I know you haven't been - just answer me one question.
Samantha: Yes, you're a total fag.
The Geek: [laughs] That's not the question. Am I turning you on?
Samantha: [mouths from across the street] Me?
Jake: Yeah, you.
[smiles and jogs across the street]
Samantha, Jake: [both in unison] Hi.
Jake: Hi.
Samantha: Hi. What are you doing here?
Jake: I heard you were here.
Samantha: You came here for me?
Jake: Is that OK?
Samantha: [flattered] Yeah, it's OK.
Jake: Do you have to go to the reception now?
Samantha: I'm supposed to.
Jake: Can I call you later?
Samantha: Sure... I mean no.
Jake: No, I can't call you later?
Samantha: Yeah... No, I mean, I'm not going to the reception.
Jake: Oh. Great.
[walks Samantha to his Porsche]
Jake: [Jake is now holding Samantha's panties] These are really hers?
The Geek: Yeah.
Jake: How did you get 'em?
The Geek: She gave 'em to me.
Jake: Did you...?
The Geek: No! No, Jake. She's cranked for you. I told her you asked about her, right? The girl
freaked. She had a hissy. She thinks you're the cats meow!
Jake: Really? She came up to me in the gym tonight. She looked at me like I was a leper.
The Geek: Girls will do that, Jake. You know? You see, they know guys are like in perpetual heat, right? They know they shit, and they enjoy pumping us up. It's pure power politics. I'm telling ya.
Jake: I thought she hated my guts.
The Geek: Games, Jake. Silly torturous games. You know how many times I've gone without lunch because some bitch borrows my lunch money? Any halfway decent girl can rob me - blind! Because I'm too torqued up to say no. It's heinous, I'm telling you.
Jim Baker: [to Samantha] I don't think I'll be able to sleep if I don't feel this little talk has helped ya. So would ya be a sport and lie to me?
The Geek: [noticing the car Jake puts Caroline in] This, uh, your car, Jake?
Jake: No, this is my dad's car. You said you couldn't drive a stick.
The Geek: This is a mother - ! This is a Rolls-Royce, Jake.
Jake: So?
The Geek: SO? So? I hear the grill ALONE costs five grand on this. Five
grand! Do you have five grand? I don't have five grand!
Jake: Then don't hit anything.
The Geek: [incredulous] Ha ha! Don't hit anything.