Noa：
I didn't think people met people in real life anymore, you know?
I don't know, maybe it's not meant for me, 'cause I've, like, been alone so long, I'm actually pretty good at it.
It's... all just so confusing. And I can't quite process...'cause I feel awful. I feel... awful. 'Cause I don't... I don't feel awful.
I hate, like, dating. You know? Everything about it. The, like... The awkward preamble. The, like, questions and stuff. The, like...You know, texting. The perfect projection. Everything about it. Honestly. I don't know, I just think that, um...people who, like, believe in true love are fucking idiots. Like, we put all our hopes of, like, finding happiness through someone else.
Steve：
We can meet here next week to talk about the broccoli if you want.
I was thinking about what you said that night. About growing up alone and all. Made me realize nobody's ever really cooked for you. And that made me sad. Everyone has to have someone cook for them once.
I'm gonna tell you now. I'm gonna sell your meat. People pay me a lot of money for it. And your hair. And weird shit like that. It's a thing. So...I'm not... I'm not gonna kill you...uh, right away...Because the fresher the meat, the better. So I'm gonna keep you alive for as long as I can. Unless you act up.
It's about giving. Giving yourself over to somebody. Becoming one with somebody else, forever. And that's... That's a beautiful thing. That's surrender. That's love.
- Wow. What about, um, Twitter?
- Definitely not. Does anyone say anything smart on Twitter ever?
- And how many people are in this community?
- Not many. The one percent of the one percent. You know, there's nothing these people can't afford, right? They want the one thing that no one else hasor can get. And that's where I come in. I can get it for them. I made a name for myself.
Mollie：
You do not need a man, okay? Or anybody, for that matter. It's just the way we've been raised since fuckin' Disney movies. Fuck Ariel. Stupid bitch left the whole sea for a man. Fuck Beauty. Fuck the Beast. You are the beast! Get it!
That's one of the things I love about dating women. Less games, more emotional dependence, you know? So don't play the games, just be you straight out the gate. Fuck it.
Penny：
I don't even know who I am anymore. I hope he fucking chokes. And then he gets a fucking tapeworm. And it just eats him from the inside, slowly. And that all his weirdo friends shit and puke out of their eyes till they all fucking die.