I want you. I know I’m a mess but I want you. I want to see you every morning and I want to make you a snack every night. And eventually I want to have your little brown babies and I want to watch you die.
—  Marnie Michaels
Jessa: Its a gigantic fucking warehouse party its not exactly a prompt situation.
Marnie: Why are we even going?
Jessa: Because Marnie jaded as I am I still hold out hope that the next party I go to will be the best party ever.
Hannah: Okay best party ever - that’s like saying best gym ever or best nature documentary ever - how good can it really be?
Jessa: This is odd. I just got a text message. “What are you up to?” I don’t know this number.
Hannah: Ask who it is.
Jessa: No that’s no fun. At best party ever. 45 Bushwick Place. Come.