Evy: I don’t drink like that much anymore 
Joel: What is much? 
Evy: A lot more than a little, but a smidge more than ‘a touch.’ 
Joel: Shouldn’t do that. 
Evy: Yeah, well. Lots of things I shouldn’t do. 
Joel: But you do them anyway. We all do, I guess. Stuff we shouldn’t, I mean. Basic human nature. People fuck up. 
[Pause] 
Joel: Don’t get too crazy, chickadee. 
Evy: Who’s going crazy? 
Joel: You tell me 
Evy: Not I, good sir. Not I. 
Joel: Yknow, we never do this. Crazy shit. 
Evy: We’re not the crazy shit kind of siblings. 
Joel: No. 
Evy: No. So what are we? 
Joel: Dunno, sister friend. We’re you and me. 

Tim: Any particular reason you picked this case? 
Chloe: Because large diamonds are fun to look at? Plus, you know … I’m really hoping someday someone gives me one of these. 
Tim: I’m sure someone will do that. After all, you’re quite a catch, as you never get tired of telling me. 
Chloe: Well, I only speak the truth. 
Tim: What kind do you like? 
Chloe: The really big ones. [grin.] Honestly? Something a little unusual, you know? Not the same thing everyone else wears. 
Tim: So you want it to be a little different? I’m not surprised. You’re not typical, and that’s what I like about you. 
Chloe: I want my ring to be different … to be just mine, you know? 
Tim: I don’t blame you. If guys wore engagement rings, I’d want mine to be unique, too. Maybe we could start a trend. You can buy me a ring, what do you say? 
Chloe: Big old flashy diamond that no one would miss? 
Tim: I’m sure the idea would catch on.

Bex: It’s nice that you got a bunch of good classes for your last semester. Have you thought about grad school or anything?
Chloe: Grad school. Now there’s an idea I hadn’t even considered. No, it’s back to work for me, actually. I’ve already got a few scripts I’m considering and I need to make a choice soon. 
Bex: That sounds exciting.
Chloe: It sounds that way, doesn’t it? 
Bex: I’m sure whatever you decide to do, you’ll be happy. 
Chloe: I hope so. I just hate the idea of all the changes that are going to happen. 
Bex: I don’t know, change can be a good thing. Also it’s inevitable, so I think all you can really do is accept it. 

Jeremy: I didn’t find this place on purpose. I didn’t go looking for something like this. I don’t run. You know that. I just … I needed a place where I could look up and see. I figured that if I had a place, this place, I could just retreat when I wanted. I didn’t want to show anybody or share anything. But then Chloe came along, and I think she made me forget, a little. I wanted to play again. I’d missed that.I  think I wanted you to drive again because I can’t make you play with me. I can’t try and get you to come out of your shell any other way. We don’t have very many physical avenues that we share. This past week’s been … normal. It’s been normal, like it was before. I miss that. I’m not stupid. I know that there’s been … that everything’s changed. But I guess I didn’t want it to be that things with us had changed, too. And if you drove, then maybe … maybe that’d show me that you were still okay, despite everything.
Auden: I don’t know how to get past this. I keep questioning everything. I don’t know what the point is anymore. And I don’t want you to leave, but I don’t know how to be okay enough to make you stay. To make it normal so it doesn’t seem like things with us have changed so much, you know? I want to be able to just - I don’t know - get in the car and drive down to Wal-Mart and have everything be fine. It should be fine. It should be easy, and it isn’t. I just don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this - pretending that everything’s great and normal when it isn’t. But I don’t know what else to do.
Jeremy: I don’t want you to pretend everything’s fine when it isn’t. I don’t need that from you, I don’t need you to lie. And I don’t need it to be okay if it’s not okay. I wasn’t okay and you let me not be okay, remember? You didn’t let me lie and pretend it was fine when it wasn’t. I am not going anywhere. You don’t have to be okay for me. I’m not going anywhere regardless. I promise.

Auden: Sure you have to go to New York?
Charlotte: Yeah, I think I’d better. But I could always find a way to toss you in my suitcase. I’d poke holes in the top so you wouldn’t smother or anything.
Auden: How very kind of you.
Charlotte: Well, I’d hate for anything to happen to you so I would make sure you could breathe. Of course there would be the matter of explaining why my suitcase was overweight but we’d get around that.
Auden: That’s a nonissue.
Charlotte: Absolutely. I think it’s a perfect plan although I’m not sure how I’m going to fold you up and get you in there.
Auden:  Also a nonissue. [Pause.] This is such a weird conversation.
Charlotte: Yeah it is but that’s the beauty of it, don’t you think?

Auden: We’ve got a lot of good stuff here. I think it’ll be a kick ass paper.
Charlotte: I agree with you, it will be kick-ass. Great minds and all that. I think this calls for a Cheeto!
Auden: Definitely a Cheeto occasion. Now we just have to hope we don’t get kicked out of the library for illegal snacking. They’re very strict about that here, you know.
Charlotte: Oh, illegal snacking? I feel so wicked. Wouldn’t that be funny? I’m willing to bet that you and I are the two least likely people to ever get kicked out of a library, what do you think?”
Auden: Even if we did, I could pull some strings. I have connections here.

Callas: You sort of came on a little strong, right?
Bex: More or less. It was … not the proudest moment of my life, to put it mildly.
Callas: Well, this is the time to reverse it. If it’s what you really want. And that’s the most important part, Bex. You have to want it. Otherwise … otherwise it’s about your dad and your mom, and not about Jeremy and you. I know about trying to use something physical to get over whatever’s going through your head. I know how much it hurts in the end. And you have something really good going on, so I can see why you’d be scared to try. But maybe … you know, if it’s what you want, and you talk about it first, Bexy, maybe it could be a good thing.
Bex: I guess … I should talk to him. [Pause.] You’re a good friend.
Callas: Nah, just an average one that got lucky. You know, I got a good best friend out of it, too.

Auden: I’m sorry. I just … I want you to be happy.
Callas: And you? When do you get to be happy?
Auden: I’m fine.
Callas: You aren’t fine. Fine is bullshit, okay? That’s a bullshit answer and I deserve more than that. You deserve more than that.
Auden: You do deserve more than that. Isn’t that the point, Callas? You deserve more than me, more than what I can - or can’t - give you, and we both know it. That’s why you’re with him now, isn’t it?
Callas: Did you ever want me?
Auden: Yes. But it was never that simple.

Jeremy: Other way. Looks like you’re not quite done with me yet.
Bex: I knew where I was going.
Jeremy: If you wanted to wander around the English section, you did.
Bex: As it happens, I need a book on poetry. It’s a hobby.
Jeremy: So Emerson is your deal. I think you might also want to reread Thoreau. Walden, I hear, is particularly poignant for your people.
Bex: Pretty presumptuous to pretend that you know anything about me after five minutes.
Jeremy: I don’t have to pretend to know anything. You’re giving the right vibe. Not to mention you’re wearing a shirt that cost more than my paycheck. Or are you going to tell me that I’m wrong?

Bex: Dad could just leave you any day, you know. The only reason he doesn’t is because of me and Hayden.
Faye: Oh, honey, I know you aren’t that naive. [Pause.] The only person you can count on is yourself, Bex. Remember that.
Bex: That’s great advice, Mother.
Faye: All right, you want some advice? Enjoy this while you can. You think it’s always going to be this way? That you can wander around at all hours of the night, spending Daddy’s money on Cosmos? Wake up, honey. When you graduate from that ridiculous college with no job prospects, because all you’ve got is a degree in music, of all things … you’re going to wish you had listened to me and gone to Harvard. At the very least, you could have met a decent man.
Bex:  Who needs a job when you’ve got a trust fund?
Faye: You won’t touch that trust fund until you’re twenty five. And that isn’t the point. The point is, if you want to keep on living the high life, you need to prioritize. You need to figure out what you’re going to do, because Daddy and I won’t be around forever. Sooner or later, Bex, you need to learn to take care of yourself.
Bex: So you want me to marry some guy for his bank account. And I guess love doesn’t mean anything, right? Didn’t you love Dad once?
Faye: Love is for fools, Bex.