CUT SCENES FROM "TOMORROW NEVER KNOWS" SCENE 2 (Helen's office, later) HELEN: Daria?? DARIA: Mom, I need to speak to you. It's about Quinn. HELEN: Oh my God, what happened?! Is she hurt?! Is she -- DARIA: She's fine -- physically. HELEN: (exhales) Thank God. DARIA: But she has a problem, and I came here because I wanted to discuss it with you without her overhearing. HELEN: Of course, sit down. Wait -- (as Daria starts to pull up a chair) there are too many interruptions here. I can afford to step out for a moment. Why don't we go to that new cafe downstairs? (She shuffles a few papers together and rises out of her chair. Just as she and Daria are almost through the door, they run directly into Eric Schrecter.) ERIC: (panicked) Helen! What are you doing leaving the office?! We have that big McMillan case to work on! HELEN: (pleasant, but firm) I'm just stepping out for twenty minutes, Eric. The case will still be here in twenty minutes. ERIC: Well... all right. (He looks at his watch to mark the time.) HELEN: Eric, you remember my daughter, Daria. ERIC: Oh, right. So how are those new glasses working out for you? DARIA: They've got specially refined lenses to pick up useless debris. ERIC: That's great! (As Daria and Helen leave, he muses to himself.) I can see why she was worried they might affect her popularity... (cut to: ) SCENE 4 (Quinn's room, later) (In the hallway, Helen comes up to Quinn's door and attempts to gently turn the knob. Unsurprisingly, it refuses to turn all the way. Helen knocks on the door.) HELEN: Quinn? Would you open the door? I need to talk to you. (She waits, and when there is no response, knocks harder.) Quinn *please*, this is important. Open the door. (She waits tensely, and after a long period of silence, the lock snaps and the door opens slowly, revealing a guarded Quinn.) QUINN: What? HELEN: Honey, you never told me how your eye appointment went. (She motions to Quinn to open the door wider, and after a moment, Quinn does so. Helen walks into her bedroom.) QUINN: It went fine. The doctor just gave me a pair that would make my eyes less sensitive and told me to take them off before I went to bed. (confused) Is that it? HELEN: I'm afraid not. Sit down, Quinn. (Quinn's face pales slightly as she sinks down onto the bed. Helen sits down beside her.) QUINN: (nervous) Shouldn't Daria be here? HELEN: I've already spoken to Daria. Now I wanted to hear from you. It's about your math teacher. QUINN: Oh! I thought -- *oh*. Oh. HELEN: Your sister seems to have a rather harsh opinion of him. (Quinn's face falls.) You've heard, hmm? QUINN: Mom, I can't believe she lied to me. She said she was gonna stop acting jealous and calling me stupid, and she's doing it all over again! HELEN: Quinn, it sounds to me like your sister went to an awful lot of trouble for it to be simple jealousy. (She starts stroking Quinn's hair, but Quinn isn't willing to let her have such a loving gesture and leans forward to make her stop.) QUINN: Maybe she just doesn't *think* she's jealous. HELEN: I think she was concerned. And hearing her details, so am I, a little. Is there anything you could tell me to prove they aren't true? (Quinn fixes her gaze on the floor.) HELEN: Honey, look at me. Please. Is any of it true? (Quinn stands up off the bed and crosses her arms angrily.) QUINN: I can't believe you're on *her* side. HELEN: I'm not on anyone's "side," Quinn. I'm just trying to understand the situation. QUINN: Mom, you and Dad have seen me working on really hard math problems before! There's no way it can all be stuff that Mr. Phelps made up to rob a bank, or whatever. HELEN: Could I see one of the problem sets she mentioned? QUINN: I don't have them. I gave all that statistics stuff to Mr. Phelps after class. HELEN: And you're *sure* he never said anything to you that seemed ethically suspect? That you felt was wrong? (Quinn turns away, her face clouding over in thought.) QUINN: No. HELEN: Not even when you were on the mathletics team? (Quinn looks at her with surprise, and then her face twists with rage.) QUINN: She *told* you, didn't she?! She probably told you he made me cheat, but he didn't! I didn't cheat, I *didn't* --! HELEN: All right, honey, it's okay. (She stands up and tries to soothe her daughter.) I believe you. QUINN: I would never cheat, Mom! HELEN: Thank goodness for that. But if he wasn't encouraging you to cheat in the tournaments, what was he doing? QUINN: He... he just wanted to prepare me. After I messed up the match against Cumberland, he gave me some problems to build my confidence. HELEN: That was certainly nice of him. (Quinn's tension eases, and she smiles faintly with relief.) But if he ever *does* try to make you do things you know are wrong -- QUINN: I'll tell him, no. HELEN: That's my girl. In the meantime, I think I'll give Mr. Phelps a call. QUINN: Why?! HELEN: Because I'm long overdue for another talk with him and I wouldn't be doing my duty as a parent if I didn't keep tabs on your teachers. (Her expression becomes firm, and Quinn knows that there is no way she will be dissuaded.) QUINN: *Fine*. (Helen reaches to pat her arm one last time, but Quinn moves before she can. Sighing, Helen leaves the room.) (cut to: ) ACT TWO SCENE 3 DARIA: (points) The newspaper's over there. JAKE: Daria... (sighs) I feel as though I'm always playing catch up with you girls. DARIA: That's what happens when you steadfastly ignore us our whole lives. JAKE: Quinn's so hard to talk to, but at least I *know* that she's angry. Kiddo, you've been all over the map. Sometimes you seem upset, but other times you seem fine. I just want to know what's happening with you two. Is that so wrong? DARIA: No... it's not. I've been trying to be brave and act like everything's normal, but sometimes I get so sick of being lied to or of not getting a straight answer. All I want is to feel like I have a little more say about the arrangements that affect my life. JAKE: I'll do my best to help you. DARIA: (quiet) Are you and Mom getting a divorce? (Jake's shoulders sag.) JAKE: I don't know, honey. We haven't talked about it since... (winces) ...you know. DARIA: Does it feel like you're going to? JAKE: Sometimes it does, other times, no. I wish I could say I knew, kiddo, but I don't. (Daria nods, feeling faintly relieved.) DARIA: Your girlfriend... JAKE: What about her? DARIA: Is that, um, her coral toothbrush in the main bathroom? JAKE: That? (He scratches his head, tries to remember.) I think I got it in a two pack, then decided you girls could use a spare toothbrush more than I could. DARIA: *Oh*. (The explanation feels so mundane.) What about the women's bathrobe hanging in your closet? JAKE: That's your mother's. I packed it by mistake and didn't want it to wrinkle. Thanks for reminding me -- I'll give it to you before you go. (Daria's cheeks color. Is it possible she and Quinn have just imagined the worst?) DARIA: Does your girlfriend... does she spend the night here? (Jake looks away.) JAKE: Some... times. (Daria sighs heavily, then cocks a weary eyelid.) DARIA: So when will we meet this mystery woman? JAKE: I wanted to wait until we were all a little more settled, so you and Quinn wouldn't blame her for anything that happened. DARIA: Then you'll be waiting for quite a while. (Jake smiles sadly.) DARIA: You actually read something an unpopular person wrote? What, did you forget your glasses and think it was the latest copy of Waif? QUINN: (frowns) I just didn't think you were like that. DARIA: Yes, well, you'd be surprised at the range and depth of my emotions. (Quinn's expression darkens. Just then Jake pops his head in.) JAKE: Say girls, who needs slaving over a hot stove? What do you say we order a pizza? DARIA: Fine. QUINN: Whatever. JAKE: Great! (He disappears inside the kitchen to make the call.) QUINN: Even so, you're not vengefilled like they are. You wouldn't write phony stuff about the school just to be mean. DARIA: *Thank* you. I'm glad someone believes that. Too bad your last name isn't Li. QUINN: You wouldn't try to, you know, hurt people by pulling them out of a class without telling them. (She waits for Daria to speak, then after a beat, turns to face her. Daria looks stoic, but her cheeks are flushed.) DARIA: Did Mom tell you? QUINN: *Mom* knew? DARIA: Only after the fact. (She sees the growing anger on her sister's face.) Look, Quinn, I just wanted you to be in a class that would benefit you. I was afraid of what Phelps was doing, and I let it get the better of me. I shouldn't have done it without telling you and I'm sorry. (Quinn doesn't speak for several moments. Devastation joins the anger on her face, as though she is facing the shatter of her world view.) QUINN: (soft) Daria, I've tried to trust you. I keep wanting to believe that you see me as more than a stupid airhead. But each time I think it's true, you go and do something that shows you don't respect me at all. DARIA: That's not -- QUINN: You told Mom that Mr. Phelps made me cheat and he's trying to make me steal. You tried to take me out of his class. I don't know why you think it's okay to hurt me like this, but whether you like it or not, I can make decisions for myself. I'm going to be friends with Mr. Phelps for a long time, Daria, so you'd better get used to it. (Daria presses her lips together, her cheeks growing hot. Before she can speak, Jake bounds back into the room and sinks down in a chair.) JAKE: Okay girls, pizza's gonna be here in thirty minutes, so what do you say we pass the time with a little Dad-and-daughter bonding? No need to bring up the S-word -- we can talk about sports. The, um, other S-word. (Too wrapped up in their own thoughts, Daria and Quinn merely glower. Jake watches them, his face growing more and more anxious, then stands abruptly.) JAKE: Would you believe that? Here we are starving, and I didn't even think to make appetizers. I'll be right back, girls! (He vanishes to the safety of the kitchen. After a beat, Daria exhales slowly.) DARIA: All right, I'll confess. I haven't always been Sister of the Year. I *have* been jealous, and condescending, and spiteful. But I've also been very supportive. I've stuck up for you numerous times when you were in trouble. Isn't that right? (Quinn acknowledges this with a small nod.) DARIA: What I don't understand then is why, in spite of this, you choose to believe *him* over me. QUINN: (quiet) Mr. Phelps has been nothing *but* supportive of me, practically from the moment I started his class. DARIA: Well, sixteen years of sibling support can hardly compete with *that*. QUINN: He's never lied to me. DARIA: That you know of. QUINN: Daria, I'm not saying you're a bad sister. I'm just saying that there's a *way* that he sees me that you can't, and I just have to learn to accept that. DARIA: In other words, if I'm not kissing your butt and calling you "special," I'm not supportive. QUINN: (reddening) You're not listening to what I'm saying -- DARIA: No, I heard it pretty clearly. I refuse to feed into the Princess Quinn mindset. My support doesn't always come with a shiny gold star. QUINN: No, it comes with resentment and sneaking around and refusing to talk to me like I'm mature. DARIA: Because you've done much to make me believe it. QUINN: You see?! *This* is what I'm talking about! DARIA: You know what your problem is, Quinn? The reason why you don't see my actions with Phelps as supportive? It's because *you* would never do the same. QUINN: You're right, I don't sneak around behind people's backs and mess up their lives. I respect a little thing called "privacy," which I would think you, of all people, would value. DARIA: No, I mean you would never go out of your way like that for me. (Her normally stoic expression becomes a bit pained.) If you thought I was in trouble, you would never try to investigate. QUINN: That's not true. Last spring when you were on the underground paper, I remember you were really angry. I tried talking with you, but you shut me out. DARIA: And how did you respond? Did you keep pressing? Did you ask Mom or Dad what was the matter? Did you talk to Jane or my teachers? (Quinn's face takes on a vaguely embarrassed expression.) DARIA: No, you didn't. It didn't even occur to you, did it? You'll go the extra mile when our family is threatened, but if the problem doesn't affect you directly, you won't bother. Not when the problem is mine. QUINN: I *told* you I just didn't want to pry. DARIA: Which is a polite way of saying you didn't give a crap. (Quinn's face falls, and her expression becomes distressed as she ponders her sister's words. Then her eyes narrow.) QUINN: Like *you* thought I was even worth paying attention to before I got glasses and looked a brain. (Just then Jake reemerges, carrying trays of chips, dip, and sliced vegetables. He sets them down on the coffee table in front of them, then sits down.) JAKE: Dig *in*, girls! These pre-dinner treats ought to get the old noggin whirring. (He looks at them expectantly, growing disappointed as their reaction is to gaze sourly at his efforts. Seeing this, Daria reaches forward and takes a carrot stick, which she merely holds.) DARIA: (to Quinn) You don't want me to pry into your business anymore? Fine. Why should I bother, when you won't listen to anything I say? I have better uses for my time. JAKE: Come *on*, Daria, it's not often we're together here. Let's put the bickering aside and have fun. (hopeful) Who knows? Maybe some week you'll start wanting to come over more often. Two or three nights, maybe. QUINN: If I have to stay here more often, I want my *own* bed. (glares sideways at Daria.) In fact, I want my own room! JAKE: But Quinn, honey, this apartment only has two bedrooms. QUINN: Then I'll sleep in the bathtub. DARIA: And if I turned on the shower in the middle of the night, what kind of unsupportive sister would that make me? QUINN: Listen --! JAKE: *Girls*! Quinn, don't be so hard on your sister for getting suspended. She knows she did wrong. DARIA: What do you *mean* "know I did wrong"?! I got suspended for something that wasn't even my fault! JAKE: Oh... (cowers a little, turns toward the door.) Is that the pizza guy? DARIA: No. QUINN: Dad, can I go for a walk? JAKE: Honey, the pizza should be here soon. QUINN: I'm not hungry. Can I *please* just get out of here?! JAKE: Well, okay. (Quinn jumps up and heads toward the door.) Just don't... (The door closes hard.) ... go too far. (Daria's eyes shoot daggers after her. Feelings of anger and betrayal imprint a scowl on her face, and she crosses her arms tightly across her chest. Jake sees this, but after her last outburst, is afraid to comfort her. He sits in the chair, wearing a nervous expression, fidgeting with indecision.) DARIA: (points) The newspaper's over there. JAKE: Oh. (sighs) Dammit, I feel as though I'm always playing catch-up with you girls. DARIA: That's what happens when you steadfastly ignore us our whole lives. JAKE: Quinn's so hard to talk to, but at least I *know* that she's angry. Kiddo, you've been all over the map. Sometimes you seem upset, but other times you seem fine. I just want to know what's happening with you two. Is that so wrong? (Daria is silent for a moment. Her expression remains unchanged, but her posture relaxes a little.) DARIA: No... it's not. All I can say is that I try to act like everything's all right, but I get so sick of not having control over anything. JAKE: I feel that way, too. (Daria's eyes widen with surprise. She looks at her father for a long beat.) DARIA: (quiet) Are you and Mom getting a divorce? (Jake's shoulders sag.) JAKE: I don't know. We haven't talked about it since... (winces) ...you know. DARIA: Does it feel like you're going to? JAKE: Sometimes it does. Other times, no. (Daria nods, then reflects.) DARIA: Your girlfriend... does she, um, does she spend the night here? (Jake looks away.) JAKE: Some... times. (Daria inhales sharply, feeling as though she has been hit in the chest.) DARIA: So when will we meet this mystery woman? JAKE: I want to wait until we're all a little more settled, so you and Quinn won't blame her for anything that's happened. DARIA: Then I guess we'll never meet her. ACT THREE SCENE 2 (Phelps's classroom, Monday) (Quinn sits in much the same manner, her elbows on the desktop.) QUINN: I can't *believe* people are still talking about this! (She looks accusingly at the Three J's and several other classmates.) QUINN: That underground paper story was *so* yesterday. Get over it! JOEY: (timid) But Quinn, is it true that that girl at your house spent a weekend in jail? QUINN: No, you *creep*! JOEY: (cowers) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! JEFFY: *I* would never say your relative went to jail. JAMIE: Yeah, I wouldn't even say she was in a drug rehab center. (He catches Quinn's glare.) *What*? QUINN: She didn't *do* that stuff! Daria would *never* do that stuff! (crestfallen) She isn't like that. (From a few rows back, Sandi tosses her hair with derision.) SANDI: How do those newspaper people even *know* anyone was guilty? BROOKE: Gosh Sandi, why would they print it if it wasn't true? SANDI: People can say all *sorts* of things if they have an agenda. TORI: (derisive) As you would know. (Sandi's eyes narrow.) SANDI: *Exactly*. They could always -- PHELPS: Ms. Griffin, we've heard quite enough about newspapers and who did what to whom for today. (He has just finished writing equations on the board and now turns to face the class. Quinn eyes him gratefully.) PHELPS: All right, let's get started. We left off at -- MS. LI: (V.O.) Would *Daria* Morgendorffer report to my office immediately? (Quinn cringes at the sound of the intercom and lays her head in her arms.) ACT SIX SCENE 13 (Morgendorffer living room, later) (Quinn sits on the lefthand couch, closest to Helen, who sits with Jake on the center couch, while Daria sits on the righthand couch. Quinn's face is red and damp from tears, all of Sandi's careful work washed away. Her expression, thought, is wearily calm.) QUINN: ... I cheated on that one quiz, but that was a year ago and he told me I could do it. I haven't cheated anytime since, and the only reason I think he'd care now is because he got mad I wouldn't take his present. HELEN: The Cayman Islands account? QUINN: He said it was my money, that he'd plugged in my statistics and got a good return. He said people did it all the time... (Recalling the hurtful things her once-beloved teacher did causes her composure to slowly give way. Leaning forward to hug her knees, Quinn swallows hard and tries to keep her tears at bay. Helen and Jake exchange weary looks.) QUINN: He got upset when I wouldn't sign my name, and said that meant I must have believed Daria, that he... he stole that money. He got mad that I didn't have faith in him, so he decided to punish me. HELEN: Quinn. (Quinn can tell from her mother's gentle, urging tone that she is trying to get her to accept unwanted thoughts. Her stomach tightens.) QUINN: He stole that money, didn't he? Oh God. (She puts her face in her hands.) I knew that bank was too good to be true. HELEN: It sounds as though when he found out you knew, he decided to do something that would intimidate you into silence. DARIA: Or worse: shatter her credibility. (The rest of the family turns to Daria, hearing her speak for the first time that morning. Her face is hard and her eyes cold, her concern for Quinn having drained away with her sister's safe return.) DARIA: That way, if she tried to report him, he could say she wasn't reliable. It's why he did it to me. JAKE: Of *course*! Smug, evil *bastard*! I told you, Helen, he's not going to get away with this! (Helen draws in a sharp breath, and Quinn looks at her with worry, wondering why she didn't seem to share her father's righteous anger. Then it hits her with the weight of a freight train.) QUINN: If he stole money, that means... I... (She shakes her head frantically.) No... I didn't! I wasn't helping him! I didn't steal *anything*! HELEN: You didn't know you were helping him. QUINN: Mom, NO! I'm *not* a thief! HELEN: We know you're not, honey. (Her weary, maternal tone, filled with equal parts sympathy, sadness, and honesty, stops Quinn from bolting up the stairs. Her urge to put up a new wall between herself and her parents fades, as she remembers that they are trying to help her.) QUINN: What am I gonna do?! (She drops to her knees beside Helen.) If people find out Mr. Phelps was stealing, they'll find out I stole stuff, too! Really, really *big* stuff -- oh my God, they might send me to jail! JAKE: Helen! We can't let that happen! HELEN: Quinn, honey, it's okay... (She lays her hands gently on Quinn's shoulders.) You *won't* be locked away. I'm sure of it. QUINN: How do you know?! What if they don't believe me?! HELEN: Honey, you have witnesses who can verify you didn't know what you were doing. QUINN: Would I have to be in court?! Would there be a judge?! (Helen takes her into her arms and rocks her slowly.) HELEN: Let's talk about this more when you've had the chance to rest -- QUINN: *No*, Mom, I'm not tired. I want to know what could happen. (Helen strokes her hair.) HELEN: I don't have expertise in criminal law, so I'll need to talk to an associate to confirm. But if you plead guilty, at worst you'd get probation on your record. QUINN: I'd have a record?! HELEN: Only until you're eighteen. Then it's sealed and you never have to mention it again. QUINN: I'd have a record until I'm *eighteen*? (Her stomach sinks as she considers the fallout.) That means I have to mention it if I apply for a summer job, right?! (Her eyes widen with sudden horror.) Mom! I'll be applying to colleges before I'm eighteen! HELEN: (weary) Sweetheart, you don't know that they'll ask about a criminal background, or that they wouldn't give you the chance to explain yourself if they did. (Quinn's distressed sob tells her that this is little comfort and, feeling helpless, Helen can only rock her in her arms.) QUINN: Why should I even have to plead guilty?! That's like saying it's *my* fault, like I knew what Mr. Phelps was up to! HELEN: No Quinn, that's not what it would mean at all. It's just an acknowledgement of your role in your teacher's scheme -- your testimony would set everything straight. QUINN: Why should I have to say *anything*?! (She sobs loudly, and Helen holds her, and for several moments Quinn's crying is the only sound in the room. Finally Quinn draws away, wipes a stray hair away from her face.) QUINN: It is my fault. HELEN: *No*, honey, your teacher tricked you. QUINN: But I knew something wasn't right, and Daria tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen. I didn't want... the way he treated me... to end. (She dabs at her eyes, now puffy and hurting from the contact lenses.) QUINN: I *have* to talk. He can't steal other people's money... it isn't right. And if I don't talk and the police find out I helped him, it'll look a lot worse, like I *meant* to help him. (She straightens up and faces her mother.) QUINN: What do I do first? SCENE (Morgendorffer kitchen, evening, a few days later) HELEN: "Not guilty"?! (She slams the phone down on its charger and faces Jake, who sits at the table reading a newspaper.) HELEN: He can't honestly believe he'll be found *innocent*, with the evidence they've got against him?! JAKE: You mean there'll be a trial?? HELEN: Yes... which means that Quinn will have to testify in court. JAKE: When will that be?? HELEN: Anywhere from one to three or four months from now. I was hoping there might be an ounce of decency in that man that would compel him to plead guilty, resign, and get everything wrapped up as quickly as possible. Now this is going to drag on for months and our family will be stuck in the middle. JAKE: (worried) Helen? Did you see what they wrote in this evening's paper? (He holds it open to her, and on the inside page, along the top, is a large headline reading "Local Teacher Arrested for Larceny." Helen glances at the article and gets a dark frown.) HELEN: Yes. He's already got them portraying Quinn as a vengeful, unstable student from a lawsuit-happy family, and that disgusting Ms. Li's even given her statement of support. With her backing, he's not going anywhere until the trial's over. JAKE: So he'll still be at the school?? Around our girls, after they --?? HELEN: By law, there's nothing to keep him away -- but he will *not* be anywhere around our girls if I can help it. Now as I've told you and the girls before, don't say *anything* to the media if they come around asking questions, even if they seem like regular people. Not until and unless you know who they're with and have had all your answers prescreened. JAKE: (uneasy) Maybe I'd better... just not say anything. HELEN: We have to be ready with a coordinated response, even though our identities are concealed. During the trial, there will be more articles like this, and the only reason I can think of for that man to go ahead with a not guilty plea is because he wants to drag Quinn and the rest of the family down with him. SCENE 13 (Lawndale High, early the next morning) (It's about 7 a.m. and the hallways are deserted and dark. Helen stands outside the girls' room, waiting for Quinn, while Jake has just emerged from the men's room and is fiddling with his zipper.) JAKE: Where's Quinn? HELEN: Applying more make-up to hide any "worry lines"... not that they're a problem at her age. Though truth be told, I think she has a bit of a stomach upset and is embarrassed by it. JAKE: Aww. (realizes what she meant.) *Ewww*. (Helen smiles and arches a brow, telling him to be sympathetic. Silence hovers between them as they wait. Jake rocks back and forth on his shoes awkwardly.) JAKE: How are you doing? HELEN: About as well as can be expected, given the circumstances. I let Quinn sleep in bed with me last night, and she spent the whole time tossing and turning. I don't think either of us got very much rest. (Jake looks at her with a concerned expression. Helen glances at him, then looks away to reflect. She at last turns to face him.) HELEN: Jake... we can't... JAKE: What? HELEN: (lowers her voice) About what we talked about: We can't get a divorce right now. With everything Quinn *and* Daria are going through, it would just crush them. We can't think of ourselves at a time like this. (Jake nods rapidly.) JAKE: You're right, you're right... (His brow furrows.) Helen? HELEN: Yes? JAKE: Would it be wrong if I said that I'm... not upset? (Helen's cheeks color. Before she can speak, Quinn emerges from the bathroom, looking well put-together, but pale.) HELEN: (to Quinn) You feel ready, sweetie? (Quinn shrugs, then nods.) HELEN: Let's go. SCENE 21 (New Town, next Saturday, early morning) (Daria drives the Jetta through the small college town, with Quinn in the passenger seat, looking nervously out her window at the colonial-style buildings.) DARIA: Judging from the swarm of official-looking students, I'd say we're almost there. QUINN: Great. DARIA: (detects her nervousness) You feeling okay? QUINN: (sighs) Daria, I don't know... maybe we should have gone to Lawndale State. I mean, Bromwell's like *Harvard*. DARIA: Tom didn't know any professors willing to help us at State. Besides, just think: If you do well here, that means you've *really* done well. Then you won't have any more doubts about your math abilities. (Quinn smiles at her faintly, hoping this is true.)