[He huffs out a frustrated sigh.] You don't understand. You never had to deal with the things I have to. You had your perfect first time with the sweetest guy in the world. I might never find anyone who cares about me as much or respects me as much as he did. I get to spend the rest of my senior year single, wistfully watching my perfect ex from afar, while trying to ignore the most inappropriate crush I've ever had. I have good reason to freak out. [And he's so caught up in the drama of it all that he isn't paying attention to half the stuff that comes out of his mouth.]

Maybe Finn's right. We should just throw a party when Dad and Carole go off to celebrate their anniversary.