Julie: "Look, if, if you think I'm gonna sit here and write your paper for you while you're getting drunk..."
Austin: "No, just help me get it started, okay? This is hard for me, all right? I didn't read a lot of Shakespeare in juvie. I kind of majored in not getting stabbed."
Julie: "Ugh, fine. I'll write your intro, but, but then you're on your own."
Austin: "Thank you very much."
Julie: "So, why'd they send you to juvie anyway?"
Austin: "They didn't. My mom did."
Austin: "She had this boyfriend. No job, big drunk, real catch
. One night, he pops her one, so I break a chair over his head, and, uh, and she calls the cops on me
Julie: "But you were protecting her."
Austin: "Yeah, that's what I thought. But the guy said he'd leave if she didn't press charges, and well, my mom doesn't really like to be alone."
Julie: "You know what? You're tired. Um, why don't you lay down for a couple minutes, and I'll just do a page or two?"
Austin: "You're a rock star, Mayer."