Donna: Okay, what's your problem with Buddy? I mean, he seems nice enough.
Hyde: Screw him, man. I mean, he's got the money, the car, the family. The teachers like him, the counselors like him. Everybody likes him. I hate him.
Donna: Hyde, don't you think you're overreacting just a little bit?
Hyde: Donna, let me tell you something, okay? When high school's over, Buddy Morgan's going to a great college. You know where I'm gonna be? Sitting right here in my uncle's boots.
Donna: At least you've got great friends. And I'll always be your friend.
Hyde: Thanks, Donna.
Donna: That was sympathy, Hyde. Not an opening for you to put your hand on my knee.
Hyde: Sorry.
Donna: Move your hand.