& Greg: ’I have no idea how to tell this story. I don’t even know how to start it. Like, I guess I could use one of those classic story beginning sentences. «It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.» But what would that even mean?..’
& Greg: ’In a typical high school life, you belong to one nation... which can never guarantee you total security. But I thought I found a way out. Get citizenship in every nation. Get passports to everywhere. Just be on low-key good terms with everyone... casually interact with them once in a while... in a way that is invisible to everyone else. Never commit to an interaction that won’t be casual or mellow.’
& Greg: ’...And there were some places I simply couldn’t go. Like the cafeteria. Every last square inch of it was disputed territory. It was Crimea, Kashmir, and the Gaza Strip all rolled into one. Also the part of the Indian Ocean with pirates. Captain Phillips pirates, not Pirates of the Caribbean. Although, actually, who knows? Maybe both.’
& Mr. McCarthy: Respect the research.
& Greg: ’Hot girls destroy your life. It doesn’t matter if the hot girl is also a good person. She’s a moose, you’re a chipmunk. She’s just wandering through the forest, oblivious. And she doesn’t even know that she stomped on your head.’
& Greg: Summer. What does that word even mean, right? More «summ»? Winter, same deal. More «wint»?
& Greg: For a kid like me... in high school, best case scenario, just... survive. You know? Survive without creating any mortal enemies... or hideously embarrassing yourself forever.
Rachel: Just survive until college?
Greg: College? No. God, college is going to be even worse. I mean, at least high school, it’s over at 3:00... and it’s kids I mostly know by now. But college is just gonna be non-stop strangers. And some of them even live in your room. It’s like you can literally never relax.
& Greg: You know, hig school, college, we’re forced to spend these years of our lives... in randomly selected groups of people that we have nothing in common with. It’s a nightmare. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.
& Denise: You gotta promise me you’re not gonna have a baby... unless you’re ready to love that baby’s mother your whole life... and this is serious. I’m telling you something that nobody’s gonna tell you. Don’t pick a girl who’s push-pull, you know? You wanna pick somebody who’s gonna love you... and not forget you, and not... leave you for someone with a big, fat ass.
& Mr. McCarthy: Well, Greg, I think that ... even after somebody dies, you can... you can still keep learning about them. You know, their life. It can keep unfolding itself to you just as long... just as long as you pay attention to it.
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& Greg: ’In a typical high school life, you belong to one nation... which can never guarantee you total security. But I thought I found a way out. Get citizenship in every nation. Get passports to everywhere. Just be on low-key good terms with everyone... casually interact with them once in a while... in a way that is invisible to everyone else. Never commit to an interaction that won’t be casual or mellow.’
& Greg: ’...And there were some places I simply couldn’t go. Like the cafeteria. Every last square inch of it was disputed territory. It was Crimea, Kashmir, and the Gaza Strip all rolled into one. Also the part of the Indian Ocean with pirates. Captain Phillips pirates, not Pirates of the Caribbean. Although, actually, who knows? Maybe both.’
& Mr. McCarthy: Respect the research.
& Greg: ’Hot girls destroy your life. It doesn’t matter if the hot girl is also a good person. She’s a moose, you’re a chipmunk. She’s just wandering through the forest, oblivious. And she doesn’t even know that she stomped on your head.’
& Greg: Summer. What does that word even mean, right? More «summ»? Winter, same deal. More «wint»?
& Greg: For a kid like me... in high school, best case scenario, just... survive. You know? Survive without creating any mortal enemies... or hideously embarrassing yourself forever.
Rachel: Just survive until college?
Greg: College? No. God, college is going to be even worse. I mean, at least high school, it’s over at 3:00... and it’s kids I mostly know by now. But college is just gonna be non-stop strangers. And some of them even live in your room. It’s like you can literally never relax.
& Greg: You know, hig school, college, we’re forced to spend these years of our lives... in randomly selected groups of people that we have nothing in common with. It’s a nightmare. Anyone who says otherwise is lying.
& Denise: You gotta promise me you’re not gonna have a baby... unless you’re ready to love that baby’s mother your whole life... and this is serious. I’m telling you something that nobody’s gonna tell you. Don’t pick a girl who’s push-pull, you know? You wanna pick somebody who’s gonna love you... and not forget you, and not... leave you for someone with a big, fat ass.
& Mr. McCarthy: Well, Greg, I think that ... even after somebody dies, you can... you can still keep learning about them. You know, their life. It can keep unfolding itself to you just as long... just as long as you pay attention to it.
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