Dixon: Ooh, pancakes!
Annie: Throw me one.
Debbie: We do not throw food.
Annie: Hey, where were you today? I was looking for you at school.
Silver: Fell asleep behind the biology lab.
Naomi: Baby, you sound pitchy.
Adrianna: You sound bitchy.
Dixon: Silver? What's going on?
Silver: I've been staying at the women's shelter for a few weeks now. I did some community service there this past summer, and there's this woman who... she lets me stay there sometimes. Sort of knows my situation. My mom, she drinks. When she's like this she's a completely different person. It's like... she screams. She throws things. She blames me. Sometimes she gets so out of control. I don't know… sometimes it scares me.
Harry: Your sister's still asleep. They went to bed late.
Kelly: Thanks, Harry, for taking her in last night. If I had known what was going on, if she had come to me...
Harry: She's a kid. She thinks that you hate your mother.
Kelly: No, I don't hate her. It's just... complicated.
Kelly: He's only four and he is reading all these words. I'm sure that this is really boring to you.
Ryan: No, it's your son, it's fascinating. I love kids, you know. I teach kids, I flunk kids, I want to strangle them sometimes.