Casey! (as she walks away) I'm in good shape! I can keep up with you!
Go away!
Casey, I didn't know!
Where have you been? You are aware you had practice half an hour ago!
Yes, I'm aware!
And?
And I'm done!
Done?! (walks toward Gen)
I'm quitting!
You've got to be kidding. That's ridiculous!
No; I was ridiculous for putting myself through this for so long! We both know I don't have the talent!
Gen, perseverance is nine-tenths of mastering any sport.
Do you know what I want? No, you don't know what I want! Because you never cared!
If you have any sense of self-preservation, you'll scatter. (to Gen) I'm listening!
I want to stop missing school! I like school! And you know what? It's stupid! And the band will probably be horrible, but you know what I want? I want to go to the homecoming dance! And I want to go with Brian! And I want to stop feeling like an idiot for flunking math because I don't have the time to learn it! And I want–!
Overdone it? Just a little! Casey's skates, Mom?
We'll continue this discussion at home!
You heard the whole thing?
Yeah! Are you okay?
It's your slot, Case! If I drop out you're right next! You're going to sectionals!
No. Thanks, but tomorrow's my Harvard interview! That's my slot! That's what I should be doing.
Are you sure about that?