Carl: Hey, Jimmy. What’s the matter?
Jimmy: Listen, in case in you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly the tallest guy around. Shorty, squirt, small stuff, shrimp….it gets to you after awhile. And next year, there’ll be dances! What girl wants to dance will a guy who looks like he should still be in Jamboree, huh?
Carl: Uh, I didn’t think we liked girls yet, Jimmy…
Cindy: Jimmy! You there? Look…don’t listen to them. They’re just scared….are you okay?
Jimmy: Yeah….I’m fine.
Cindy: Don’t be so hard on yourself. We’ll get out of this. Okay, so you made a mistake. Beating yourself up isn’t going to fix anything. You know, I was the smartest kid in school until you came along. I admit that you know more about some things. But I know something that you don’t seem to get. And that’s that we’re not getting out of here without you! So why don’t you buck up, Mister? And put that big brain of yours back to work? Nick can handle the fighting stuff, but first, we have to get out of this cell.
Jimmy: Cindy….why are you being so nice to me?
Cindy: Because there’s a bunch of kids out there that need you. And…I do, too.