Kyle: I just was scared that you didn't love me. And I didn't think you could because of how ugly I am. I should've known better. That's not who you are. You took one look at me and still said you'd seen worse. And somehow, when I'm around you, I don't feel ugly at all.
Kyle: [to his blind tutor that's throwing darts accurately] How do you do that?
Will: I went to this dance and an emo chick gave me a dart hex.
Kyle: Bite me.
Lindy: What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.
Will: It's not about how others look at me. It's about how I look at myself.
Kyle: My Dad always said how much people like you is directionally proportional to what you look like.
Will: Defying expectations, blindy keeps up his bitchin' sense of style.
Kendra: You have a year to make someone love you, or stay like this for ever.
Will: [through the peephole to Kyle] Don't worry. I can't actually see.
Kyle: [seeing the negative internet message board from his classmates] They hated me.