“You probably think you and I are alike. We’re not.”

The film’s best line, delivered perfectly by the one and only Samuel L. It carries the story’s real crux: who is really with him in his fight, or even his despair? The answer, it seems, is no one: not the school, the police, his coworkers, and not this guy, a gun-toting whack with delusions of grandeur. He has no friends and isn’t likely to gain any now. He is alone.