Lyla: [saying grace at dinner with her mom and her new boyfriend] Thank you Lord for this food that we are about to receive and for your wisdom Lord. I pray that you will guide me and everyone at this table to help respect You and make good choices ... for example to not take advantage of the vulnerability of a recently separated but not yet divorced woman ... and in turn to give others at the table the strength to remember that a mother of three should not be wearing skinny jeans. Amen. [They all release hands] Bon appetit!

Lyla: [seeing Santiago walking out of the reform school] Hey, if this is your escape plan, it needs work. [drives up next to him] I was just kidding. I heard you got out. Congratulations.
Santiago: Yeah, I'm on probation now. Congratulations!
Lyla: [to herself] Okay. [drives to Santiago and opens door to offer him a ride]
Santiago: What are you tryin' to do?
Lyla: I-I'm puttin' my money where my mouth is. Come on.

Lyla: [walks in on Tim and Billy drinking] You're drunk right now? You have your meeting in like fifteen minutes.
Tim: I was just trying to help Billy mend his broken heart.

Lyla: But everyone would've looked out for your family.
Jason: The town cripple? How long do you think that charity would've lasted, huh? It's killing me to have to do this to Coach, it's killing me to have to do this to the team but maybe they're all right. The lawyers, my parents maybe they're right. Maybe someone teaches me to tackle somebody I'm not in a chair. We're not in this mess.
Lyla: If you think this for the best then I'm with you.
Jason: What is it with you that you wanna screw your life up for me, huh?
Lyla: Love makes us kind of stupid.
Jason: Well, thank God for that. [kisses Lyla]

Lyla: Hey, we need to talk. [pulls Tim into an empty classroom] I've been having these feelings. Like a flood of feelings.
Tim: Me too.
Lyla: For Jason, Tim. What, what happened with us came from all these feelings about Jason and what he's going through. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense. Do you understand?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: What I'm saying is, I don't feel anything for you, okay. That wasn't even me that night. That was--I don't even know who that was but it will never happen again. No one can ever know about it and it meant nothing. Do you understand me, Tim?
Tim: Yeah.
Lyla: I hate myself for the other night. I just hope I don't go straight to hell. I really do.

Lyla: I have a life, too.
Jason: I know.
Lyla: No, sometimes I don't think you care about that anymore, or you think it's lame and it scares me.
Jason: No, that's not it at all.
Lyla: I just think that we're too young, right now and we're rushing into this and I don't want to make a mistake.
Jason: Message received, Lyla. Loud and clear.

Lyla: I lost Jason.
Buddy: What?
Lyla: I was unfaithful, Daddy.
Buddy: Well...We all make mistakes, and we--we grow up, but you're my little girl. You're my daughter and I want you to always remember that.
Lyla: You've never left a game before.
Buddy: It's only a game. You're my daughter.

Lyla: I think you should come.
Jason: I don't know. I still don't know if I'm ready to face everybody yet. You know, it's embarrassing being the center of attention and all.
Lyla: Like you're not used to that.
Jason: Well, for football maybe, but not for being hurt. I mean, come on, it's like “Hey everybody come check out the freak show, don't feed the animals”.
Lyla: It's not like that. People just want to see you, you know? I miss you.
Jason: Is that right?
Lyla: Mmm-hmm.

Lyla: I'm sorry. There are no words that can ever express that, but I am so sorry. Please.
[Lyla starts crying]
Jason: Did you have sex with him? How many times?
Lyla: Jason, please.
Jason: Oh come on, how many?... You can go.

Lyla: Tim, just don't do this okay?
Tim: Do what?
Lyla: Pretend that you're interested in my school work. It's obvious that you're not, that you're just trying to--
Tim: Have a conversation, Lyla? Yeah, I thought we may want to try and do that sometime.
Lyla: Okay. What do you want to talk about Tim? The fact that you're sleeping with your paralyzed best friend's girlfriend. Is that what you want to talk about, Tim? No, I don't think we're going to be doing a lot of talking.

Lyla: Tim? Hey. Uh, we're having a prayer meeting for Jason this afternoon. You wanna come?
Tim: What are we going to pray for, Lyla? A new spine for Jay?
Lyla: Tim, I know you don't do anything you don't want to do, and I guess that's fine, but don't insult me.

Lyla: What are you doing? Don't you know you're sitting with the school slut?
Tim: Let them look, Lyla. I don't care.
Lyla: It's different for girls. You can sleep around all you want and people think you're cool. I make one mistake--and it was a mistake. Tim you're making it worse. You can't be here.

Lyla: What do you want?
Buddy: What I want is for you to come home. This is no excuse for you to play house with your boyfriend.
Lyla: You're gonna lecture me on morals?
Buddy: Honey, we can work this out.
Lyla: How are we gonna work it out? You're $20,000 in the hole for tearing up a strip club. What are you gonna do? Rob a bank?

Lyla: Why haven't you called? It doesn't look like you're busy, it looks like you're watching TV. Listen I know it may be a lot to ask of you to call me so that I know if we are engaged or boyfriend and girlfriend or really good pals.
Jason: Get off my back, Lyla. What do I have right now, huh? I got a girlfriend who cheated on me. I got parents that are breaking up because of some stupid lawsuit. I lost the Coach, lost the team, lost my friends, lost Quad Rugby. So I got nothing, so I'm sorry if I'm not being the perfect boyfriend right now but I got a lot more on my mind then powder puff and prom, and this cup is way too full; I'll spill it you know that.
Lyla: [throws cup of water on Jason] No it's not too full.
Jason: What the hell was that for?!
Lyla: You think it's been easy for me helping you in and out of that chair.
Jason: Well no one is holding a gun to your head.
Lyla: I do it because I love you stupid, but now you're sitting here feeling sorry for yourself and acting like a jackass all the time. You wanna play Rugby find another team; you hate this lawsuit so much find a way to make it go away. Next time you want a glass of water, say please.

Lyla: Why'd you do it? Why didn't you think about it Dad?
Buddy: Lyla, your dad's a sinner, I'm a weak man, but it was one mistake. I swear Lyla, I will never, ever do anything to hurt this family again honey. I swear.