Nathan takes off his backpack, sits down and opens up a cracker jack box, taking out a small package.
Nathan: "Ugh, please let this be a cheat sheet."
Nathan takes a tacky bracelet out of the package.
Nathan: "It’s for you."
Haley: "Stop it."
Nathan: "Come on."
Nathan puts the bracelet on her.
Nathan: "Don’t say I never gave you anything."
Haley: "Do you see this book? Because this book is me. I am math."
Nathan: "What’s that supposed to mean?"
Haley: "It’s supposed to mean that you can work your whole "I’m Nathan Scott, Mr. Big shot, scoring my touchdowns" on somebody else, because I don’t...
Nathan: " I don’t even play football."
Haley: "Whatever. Look, the point is at the end of the day, all your bluster and BS don’t mean anything to math because math don’t care, and neither do I."
Nathan: "Well, does English care? ‘Cause I really suck at that, too." ~S1/E3