Boy: Here's your seat, Reese. All warmed up. And a low-carb lunch just like you asked for.
Reese: No, thanks. I brought my own lunch today. [puts down a blood-soaked lunch bag] What? You can't have blood sausage without the blood, can you? You'd better get moving. I have science next period, and those lab stools are freezing.
Carrie: Is it okay if I sit here?
Reese: This is on a dare, huh? If you have to touch me, I'm okay with that, but I have to approve any photographs.
Carrie: No, it's just that I couldn't sit and watch kids eating the flesh of murdered animals.
Reese: Is that the special?
Carrie: Is that why you're sitting alone? Are you a vegetarian, too?
Reese: Yes, I am. [elbows blood-sausage bag of table] The very thought of eating meat makes my taste buds cry in disgust. I just thought I was the only one.
Carrie: You're not alone.