Wille: This doesn't have to change anything between us. We're still us. It's just that we can't be seen together.
Simon: If I'm someone you have to hide...
Wille: But... Don't you realize all hell would break lose if I come out? How can you ask me to do that?
Simon: I'm not asking you to do that. You just expect everything to be on your terms. You... You need to figure out what you want. And you can take all the time you need. And I respect that. But you have to do it by yourself. I don't want to be anyone's secret.
(Drunk and drugged up Wille is calling Simon...)
Wille (to Simon): I've found it out. You see, everything is fake. Everything is fake. Everything in the world is fake. It's, like, you know... The grass on the football field isn't even grass. It's... it's plastic! It's like bright but at night. It's night! I know that much. But why is it bright? All the people are fake. They're made out of metal. But I like you. And that is not fake.
Simon: What did you think? About my singing.
Wille: It was nice. Hmm. I heard so many voices, you know? Like, everyone up there on that stage, like, they were standing there beside you and... they were, like, lost in their own voices, in their own music. Do you know what I mean?
Simon: Yeah. Totally.
Wille: And then you sang, like, kind of... like, you were almost the loudest. And then I heard that you were, like, kind of... You were singing straight from your heart.
Student: After that we have free time, where we can play games or work out if we want to.
Walter: It's usually boring as hell.
Henry: Yeah, it's totally boring.
Wille: Sounded pretty sweet to me.
Henry: Yeah, agreed. It's pretty nice.
Walter: It's awesome to just chill out.
Wille: I was kidding.
Henry: Yeah, so were we.
Wille: You are allowed your own opinions. It's cool.