Volleyball Girl: You weren't at the party last night. Where were you?
Carrie: Well, it's totally on the DL. I mean, not fit to print. I'm dating... John Tucker.
Beth: It's not even my date and he still gets me out of my skirt!
Kate: John Tucker, there's only one guy out there for me, but you are not him.
Kate: So I'm not just some '82 Bordeaux you want to uncork and pork.
Scott: Well, my mom says I'm special on the inside.
John Tucker: Maybe I come on too strong, but... I don't know who else to be. I just have to put my whole heart into things.
Beth: I can't believe I ate meat for him. I mean, it was fish, but still. I don't eat anything with a face.
Beth: I was so depressed, I couldn't even enjoy the break-up sex. Oh my god, I'm such a slut!
Scott: You're perfect Kate... And so far not flammable.
Carrie: You should totally wear underwear to school.
John Tucker: So you're lab partners with Kate, right? We talk. What's her deal?
Scott: Yeah, I don't know. I don't think she's your type.
John Tucker: Girl is my type.
Scott: Alright, well then maybe you're not her type. She's into stuff like old school Elvis Costello, she listens to obscure podcasts, she reads Dave Eggers. You know, she's deep, man.
John Tucker: Dude, I'm deep. I'm dating the poetry club.
