Max:Welcome to the real world. I need a serious time out in the bathroom. Splash water on my face and make sure I don't look like a __(1)__. Empty. Good. Nobody can see my meltdown. Except for me. Just relax. Stop torturing yourself. You have "a gift." Fuck it! ______(2)______... Or, something like that. Okay girl, you don't get a photo op like this everyday...

Nathan:It's cool, Nathan... Don't stress... You're okay, bro. Just count to three... Don't be scared... You own this school... If I wanted, I could blow it up... You're the Boss... So what do you want?

Chloe:I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let's talk bidness--

Nathan:I got nothing for you.

Chloe:Wrong. You get hella cash.

Nathan:That's my family, not me.

Chloe:Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin' drugs n' shit to kids around here... I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the _(3)_ now--

Nathan:Leave them out of this,bitch.

Chloe:I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself--

Nathan:You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with! 

Chloe:Where'd you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!

Nathan:Don't EVER tell me what to do. I'm so SICK of people ____(4)____!

Chloe:You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs--

Nathan:Nobody would ever even miss your "punk ass" would they?

Chloe:Get that gun away from me, psycho!

Max:No! Whoa! What the fuck...?