Troy: I figured you’d be the last one out of the building.
Gabriella: I don’t believe this.
Troy: I took a wrong turn on the way to prom. So did you.
Gabriella: You are so crazy, Wildcat. And what is it with you and trees?
Troy: I guess I see things more clearly from up here.
Gabriella: Well, you look handsome. Prom is tonight in Albuquerque, it’s 1000 miles away.
Troy: My prom is wherever you are. If I’m gonna have a last dance at East High, it’s gonna be with you.