it's called flake.
jarrett. come on!
you read the crap!
i swim and i study.
it's just like thinking, stillman. no, i don't do it too often.
stillman, you know they don't pass you on.  breathing in that dump if you don't take the final.
we're going to be late.
yes, it looks like shit. thanks.
no dirty stuff out of the window.
he gives everybody a hard time, dickie.
"you've got a lot of energy."
what happened? you all right?
salan says you quit the swim team.
why?
that's not a real reason!
so what's going on?
what happened?
connie, come on, talk to me.
well listen, i talked to salan.
holy shit! yeah. sure. fuck you. jarrett.
shut up. leave it alone.
i am glad you can laugh about it, cos' it sure as hell wasn't funny. come on, we weren't that bad.
stillman, cut it.
stillman, shut the hell up, would you? hey, con, you want a ride?
we sure could've used you today, buddy.
yeah.  i don't think anybody could've helped us today.
come on! connie. come on! cool it, jarrett! connie! connie. that's enough.
it's all right! he's crazy! just calm down, uh?
here's your hat.
so you just make yourself look stupid when you let him get to you like that!
no, it isn't. what is it with you? huh? i don't know why you want to be in this alone? you know, i miss him too. connie, the three of us were best friends!
yeah. okay.