Meela: I feel like I’m either going to pass out, throw up, or fall asleep.
Later, talking about falling asleep…
Celia: You do it maybe once a day. I do it whenever I want.
Christa: Passing out? Or vomiting?
Meela: I feel like I’m either going to pass out, throw up, or fall asleep.
Later, talking about falling asleep…
Celia: You do it maybe once a day. I do it whenever I want.
Christa: Passing out? Or vomiting?
(Emily gives pages to Michael, first with a ‘Hwah!’, then by repeatedly hitting him with a page)
Celia: One day, he’s going to punch you.
Emily: Oh, I know. I want to see the breaking point. I’m like a small child.
Meela: Toleration is not friendship.
Meela (singing): Ima throw up on… Stacey.
Stacey: Please don’t.
Meela (yelling): Nick Harper can I pet your head?!
Nick: I suppose so?
(Meela pets Nick’s head)
Meela: Patrick’s in there.
Nick: Patrick’s here?
Meela: Go tell him.
Nick: I will tell Patrick that I let you pet my head.
Christa (to Emily): You can’t move now. I hotwired that bitch to blow if you move. If you fart, you’re dead.
Anna: They were like, ‘This isn’t a pica.’ I was like ‘WTF is a pica? I thought that was a frat!’
Michael: Emily, whoever you’re fighting against… they don’t exist, and they’re still right.
Anna: The more naked the more classy.
Meela: Nikunja doesn’t like you.
Nikunja: That’s not true!
Meela: You’re adopted. Your parents don’t love you.
Emily: Well maybe I don’t like them. Maybe I ran away from home when I was twelve. You don’t know. What do you know of my life?