• Emma:So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Bronwyn:I did, I broke it-
  • Emma:No. No, you didn’t. Hugh?
  • Hugh:Don’t look at me. Look at Millard.
  • Millard:What? I didn’t break it.
  • Hugh:Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Millard:Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
  • Hugh:Suspicious.
  • Millard:No, it’s not!
  • Enoch:If it matters…probably not… Horace was the last one to use it.
  • Horace:Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
  • Enoch:Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee machine earlier
  • Horace:I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Enoch!
  • Bronwyn:Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Emma.
  • Emma:No. Who broke it?
  • Millard:Emma, Jacob’s been awfully quiet…
  • Jacob:Really?!
  • Millard:Yeah, really!
  • [Cut to Emma in another room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
  • Emma:I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.