Higher Ground

Clay: Our product is deeply troubled teens. Like each of you. Katherine: Sir? Do you know what my troubles are? Clay: You personally… Juliette: Or what my troubles are? Auggie: Or mine? Shelby: Or mine? Scott: Or mine? Katherine: You don't know anything about us.

Auggie (referring to Scott): He's right, Jules. You don't wanna help him. You just can't stand to see someone else help him.

Peter: Can someone give me some insight into what we learned her today? Juliette: We blow.

Shelby: Two grand a week for portraying troubled teens? Auggie: And to think we do it all day for free. Juliette: They don't look troubled to me. Ezra: Of course not. Who'd send their screwed up kids to a school full of screw ups. Daisy: This, dearly beloved, is why we're not in the movie. They're afraid we'd play ourselves.

Shelby: Let me put it this way. Are you up for kicking some actor butts while adoring fans scream your name?

Shelby: You wrote her letters after everything she did to you? What's wrong with you? Scott: I don't care about your opinion any more. I don't care about nothing, 'cause I got nothing. Nothing at home, nothing here. Empty.

Scott: Man, put that camera out of my face or you're gonna have a movie of your lower intestine.

Shelby: What really twists me is that they have coffee. Hot, fresh, liquid caffeine.

Sophie: Just for the record, when we fall, I'm gonna kill that jerk. Peter: We fall, he's gonna kill us for ruining his little movie.

Scott: I wanted to tell my dad. I did. I couldn't, though. I, uh, what's the word? I betrayed him. That was the worst of it. What I did to him, in my heart.