Yale, my ass

My father wants me to go to Yale, or maybe Princeton, but I swear, I wouldn't go to one of those Ivy League colleges, if I was dying, for God's sake.

There were phonies coming in the goddamn window back in Elkton Hills, so you can imagine how many phonies would break through the goddamn school walls in a school like Princeton. I'm sick of them. They're so clueless, they never really see what's going on outside. And you can never have a decent conversation with them. It's just a waste of time trying to fit yourselves in their lives, especially when you're stuck with them in a goddamn school.