Jane: I think you should just admit that you're a big softy. That this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded, and mysterious, and sexy.

Kevin: Whoa whoa whoa. What was the last one?

Jane: What?

Kevin: Did you say sexy?

Jane: What?

Kevin: Do you think I'm sexy?

Jane: No.

Kevin: It's OK if you do.

Jane: I don't.

Jane's Aunt: Must be so hard to watch your younger sister get married before you.

Jane: Yes. Then I remember that I still get to have hot hate sex with random strangers and I feel SO much better!

Jane: That was yesterday. Today you're just the bitch who broke my heart and cut up my mother's wedding dress.

Kevin: Wait, what are those?

Jane: Nothing.

Kevin: Are those?

Jane: NO.

Kevin: Are they bridesmaid dresses?

Jane: This is none of your business!

Kevin: Ohhh... good God. What, you kept them all? You have a whole closet full, why?

Jane: I have a lot of friends and I like to keep them.

Kevin: Right. Well, that makes complete sense because they're... beautiful.

Jane: Some of them are not that bad.

Kevin: Not that bad? I'd like to see one of them that's not that bad.

Kevin: What about you? You don't have any needs?

Jane: No. I'm Jesus.

Kevin: What color is that - vomit?

Jane: I never do anything like this.

Kevin: I know.

Jane: You do?

Kevin: Yes, you kept repeating that over and over last night - I never do anything like this... I NEVER do anything like this... I never do ANYTHING like this...