Aaron Himelstein: Friedman

Joan of Arcadia

Friedman

Luke: Not here to spy. I'm not even in the science fair anymore.
Friedman: Why not?
Luke: FBI confiscated my project.
[Friedman laughs]
Luke: I'm not joking.
Glynis Figliola: I always knew you had what it takes to contravene national security.

Friedman: You got to forget about Grace, dude.
Luke: But I get these feelings. I know it's a biological reaction...
Friedman: We're not talking biology here. We're talking psychology. You're always throwing yourself against the one gate that's locked. And why? Because you're afraid of going through the gate and enjoying the pleasures of the garden...
Luke: Hey, hey, I'm not afraid of going through the gate.
Friedman: Then why are you always walking right past the one gate that's wide open? And don't tell me you don't know who I'm talking about.
Luke: Glynis?
Friedman: She's wacky for you, dude. When I took her to the dance, all she talked about was you. Extremely annoying, but, uh... it's because I was wearing cologne and everything.
Luke: I can't just transfer my feelings from one person to another.
Friedman: Of course you can. It's built into our DNA. Did you see the look Glynis gave you in Chem today? That's a look you usually have to download.
Luke: Okay... I appreciate the rather base concern, but I can take care of my own love life.
Friedman: Right... in the shower.

Luke: Are you out of your mind?
Friedman: What?
Luke: This totally hot girl is doing everything but immolating herself for you. Friedman, the odds of that happening again can only be calculated by a mainframe.
Friedman: Hey, she's not my type.
Luke: You don't have a type. You have magazines. Look, you're freaking because you're so used to being the guy that goes chasing after the girl. You can't handle it being the other way around. You think she's either setting you up or there's something wrong with her.
Friedman: Thank you, Dr. Freud.
Luke: Please, please just consider the other possible explanation for her interest.
Friedman: What?
Luke: Dude, don't - don't make me go there.
Friedman: What? What?
Luke: You're in junior mensa. Think.
Friedman: I got nothin'.
Luke: You're -
[whispering]
Luke: you're a great guy. You have a lot more going on than people think. You're sensitive and caring and some might say appealing.
Friedman: Huh?
Luke: [loudly] Appealing, dude! You're very appealing!
[everyone in the hall stops to look at them]
Luke: [trying to sound manly] So, dude, let's go shoot some hoops.
[he punches Friedman's shoulder]
Friedman: What?
[Friedman punches Luke's shoulder]
Luke: Hoops, dude! That's it. Let's go.