Shoji: Sorry. I don't drink. Hoshi: Really? It helps with stress. Shoji (thinking): That's really an awful coping mechanism, you know.
(As Shoji, to Hoshi)
"Don't fucking analyse the fucking.. projectile physics of fireworks right now!
There is a girl who is about to sit on my lap and probably get my bone up her pool.
So... you know, unless you don't want me to get kicked out of the school, y' should prob'ly help me."
(At the festival) Shoji: How's it going? Your booth looks pretty popular. Hoshi: It is. Once word got around that there was a stall for figuring out what guys are thinking... Well, I'm sure you can imagine.
(The Anime Man: This school is just full of horny chicks.)
