Frank: Bye bye, fornicators! Matt Firenze: You are the nosiest, most insensitive, caustic girl I've ever met. Cara-Ethyl: [happily] Really? Matt Firenze: That's not a compliment. Matt Firenze: Love sucks. Avoid it at all costs. Cara-Ethyl: I think I would enjoy being an alcoholic! Very much so. A drinker and a libertine. Never in a relationship, but always in love. At church, they'd call me a whore. But I would fancy myself a spirited individual of grand appetites featuring roast duck, red wine, and well-shaped men. Matt Firenze: Coffee for you. Cara-Ethyl: I'm perfectly sober! [under her breath] Cara-Ethyl: Sobriety is for aardvarks, you ass. Cara-Ethyl: Matt, maybe this is a good thing. Matt Firenze: Can you shut up for once? Cara-Ethyl: No, listen. The truth is good. The truth shall set you free. Matt Firenze: No. Sometimes the truth shall set you back. Cara-Ethyl: Pizza: sustenance of youth, rite of teenage social bonding, and it's very tasty indeed. Matt Firenze: Be friendly. You got it? Cara-Ethyl: I'll be an absolute prostitute.