I Tried...
- I don't know, I don't--you don't understand...you don't.
You're not friends with the same kind of people that Andy and I are friends with!
You know, you just don't understand the pressure that they can put on you!
- I don't understand what? You think I don't understand pressure, Claire?
Well **** you! **** you!
Know why I'm here today? Do you?!
I'm here because Mr. Ryan found a gun in the locker.
- Why'd you have a gun in your locker?
- I tried. You pull the fackin' trunk on it and the light's sposed to go on...
And it didn't go on, I mean, I...
- What's the gun for Brian?
- Just forget it.
- You brought it up, man!
- I can't have an F, I can't have it and I know my parents can't have it.
Even if I aced the rest of the semester, I'm still only a B.
And everything's ruined for me.
- Oh, Brian...
- So I considered my options, you know?
- No! Killing yourself is not an option!
- Well I didn't do it, did I? No, I don't think so!