Ben: Can you believe it? I bagged an A-minus on the test. How'd you do?
Luke: No big deal.
Ben: A-plus?
Luke: Made some lucky guesses.
Ben: In algebra?
Luke: It's not like math is an exact science.
Luke: Okay, I'll get a B next time.
Ben: That's Sasha Soroski. Today's the day Sasha's going to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins dance.
Luke: How do you know?
Ben: Well, it's the payoff of my master plan of conquest.
Luke: Your what?
Ben: Phase one; I ignored her. Phase two; sat across from her in the lunchroom, never made eye contact. Phase three; pulled some strings to get into her English class. Sat behind her the whole year; never talked to her once.
Luke: You've been doing this all semester?
Ben: Don't be silly. Since sixth grade. And it's definitely worth it, because now I've become that unattainable, desirable, man of mystery.
Luke: Okay…
Ben: She wants me so bad!
Luke: What!
Ben: What, are you blind? She practically undressed me with her eyes.
Luke: That little tease.
Ben: It's time to put that poor, love-starved girl out of her misery.
Cheryl: Hi, Ben.
Ben: Hi, Cheryl.
