Seth: Okay. I know I’m not who you all imagined as prom king, seeing as how I’m not who any of you actually voted for. But she’s the queen, and I love her. So I guess that makes me the king.

Summer: Cohen?

Seth: No, I’m just the guy standing next to you. You’re the queen, all right? I’m the jester, perhaps, if that works. So let me ask you this, Your Highness: what can I do to make it up to you?

Summer: Well, you can start by dancing with me.

They say there’s nobody older than a high school senior, but nobody younger than a college freshman. Well, I guess now we’ll find out, as we begin our journey…Amicitiae nostrae memoriam spero sempiternam fore. And just because we’re leaving Harbor doesn’t mean our learning is done. We must learn as long as we may live. If I could leave you all with just one word of final advice, don’t let the bastards get you down.