- Rue Bennett: [voice-over about Nate] He made a long mental checklist of the things he liked and disliked about women. He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hated sneakers and dress shoes, but was fine with sandals as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure. He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys, but there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more than body hair.
- Rue Bennett: [voice-over] When Nate Jacobs was 11 years old, he found his dad's porn collection. His dad, Cal, was obsessive. His mom always said that's who he got it from. Then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. It was an elaborate code, that no one fucked with his shit.
- Rue Bennett: [voice-over about Nate] He loved the crowds, the cheers, the feeling of winning, but he hated being in the locker room. He hated how casual how his teammates were about being naked, how they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out. He made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges. Every now and then, he'd forget and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis.
- Ethan: [to Kat] Hey, I'm Ethan.
- Kat Hernandez: Please don't be a mass shooter.
- Ethan: What?
- Kat Hernandez: Sorry, it's just, like, the first thing that came to mind.
- Ethan: Oh, my God. Am I giving off shooter vibes?
- Principal Hayes: [to Kat] I heard a very disturbing rumor.
- Kat Hernandez: About what?
- Principal Hayes: There is a recording of you engaged in... sexual activity or something to that effect, that is being shared amongst the students.
- Kat Hernandez: Is this about that video of that girl getting banged from behind? Because no, it's not me, but... just out of sheer curiosity, what could have possibly led you to believe that is was?
- Principal Hayes: I just want to be clear that I haven't personally seen the video...
- Kat Hernandez: It is because the girl in the video is fat, Principal Hayes?
- Principal Hayes: I'm not jumping to conclusions, Katherine...
- Kat Hernandez: I'd just appreciate it if everyone would stop talking to me like it was, because, frankly, it's... offensive. You know, it's one thing for my classmates to body shame me, but for you, Principal Hayes, that's just... a whole nother thing. It's degrading. It's... discriminatory. And it just goes to show how insidious and systemic body terrorism truly is in this country. From my own principal.
- Rue Bennett: You are so fucking stupid, Lexi.
- Lexi Howard: Why?
- Rue Bennett: 'Cause I already flushed everything down the fucking toilet.
- Lexi Howard: Well, I just came to check on you.
- Rue Bennett: I don't want... I don't want you to fucking check on me, whether I'm fine or I'm not fine. What difference are you going to make? Are-are you going to give me a life advice? You gonna fucking help me?
- Lexi Howard: Well, you're one of my best friends.
- Rue Bennett: Give me a fucking break. 'Cause we went to fucking pre-school together? That does not make us best fucking friends.
- Lexi Howard: You say all this, but what happens in three days when you knock on my door asking me to piss in some Tylenol bottle? What, you're gonna say the opposite? How we've known each other since pre-school and we're best friends? It's like you have a split personality disorder. Sorry if I miss the old you.
- Cal Jacobs: [to Nate] I want to talk to you. You're a strong man, Nathaniel. I knew it from the moment you were born. You have an iron will, drive, determination. I've always admired that in you because some day, it will lead you to greatness. But no one in this world will ever root for you. They'll see what I see and they'll despise you for it. Sometimes you'll know and sometimes you won't, but the farther you go, the sharper their blade. Just don't ever give them an opening.