Beastly

Kyle:
My Dad always said how much people like you is directionally proportional to what you look like.

Kendra:
I only came to give you a second chance.

Kyle:
I guess I blew it.

Kendra:
You have a year to make someone love you, or stay like this for ever.

Lindy:
What can I say, I'm substance over style.

Kyle:
Pretty gruesome, huh?

Lindy:
I've seen worse.

Kyle:
Can you imagine that love?

Lindy:
I'm worthy of you.

Kyle:
What?

Lindy:
I - It's what white roses mean.

Kyle:
I just was scared that you didn't love me. And I didn't think you could because of how ugly I am. I should've known better. That's not who you are. You took one look at me and still said you'd seen worse. And somehow, when I'm around you, I don't feel ugly at all.

Kyle:
[to his blind tutor that's throwing darts accurately] How do you do that?

Will:
I went to this dance and an emo chick gave me a dart hex.

Kyle:
Bite me.

Lindy:
I guess this cage set me free.

Lindy:
What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

Will:
[through the peephole to Kyle] Don't worry. I can't actually see.

Will:
Chicks dig blind guys.

Kyle:
Too bad they don't dig ugly guys.

Will:
How do you know?

Will:
High school unquestionably sucks!

Kyle:
[about Lindy] I want to see this girls again.

Will:
It's not about how others look at me. It's about how I look at myself.

Will:
Living hell has it's upside.

Kyle:
[seeing the negative internet message board from his classmates] They hated me.

Will:
Defying expectations, blindy keeps up his bitchin' sense of style.