Landon: What are you doing here?
Hope: Dr. Saltzman wanted me to administer your tests, starting with some weird mystical blood analysis.
Landon: No.
Hope: Excuse me?
Landon: No. These tests determine whether or not I get to stay at the school, right? There is no way I am putting my future in your hands. You're biased.
Hope: I'm not biased. Besides, neither of us have a choice. Believe me, this is not how I would choose to spend my day either.
Hope: See? Biased.
