Julie: Maybe for you. But for him? Did you know he texted me for a while?
Imogen: What?
Julie: Not in a sleazy way. It was just about the internship at his dad's company at first.
That's vaguely familiar.
Julie: Then, you ended things, and he wanted to "check up on you." I didn't have the heart to tell him you seemed totally unbothered by the breakup. So I told him you missed him, but you knew ending things was the right thing to do. He kept begging me for explanations. I guess he didn't understand what happened, and he thought I would.
Imogen: He shouldn't have done that.
Julie: Maybe. But I didn't mind. He's a nice guy.
Imogen: He's a blowhard.
Julie: Oh, you mean you didn't want to hear him compare himself to the Joker and talk about what an epic film Joker was, again?
Imogen: Somehow, no.
Julie: There wasn't any funny business. Just so you know.
Imogen: I know.
Julie: How? He was good-looking. He paid attention to me. He could have done the wrong thing.
Imogen: Because I know he wouldn't. And I know you'd never do that to me.
Julie: That is true. The last part. The first, probably. But I'd never do anything to hurt you. Not on purpose. Are you mad? Don't be mad. I was going to tell you, but you got weird and I didn't know how to broach it.
Imogen: I'm not mad.
Julie: So you're hiding something big?
Imogen: How do you figure?
Julie: You should be mad.
Imogen: He approached you, right?
Julie: Yeah, he was crazy in love with you. Just couldn't get over it.
Imogen: He didn't really know me.
Julie: I saw that pretty quickly. The way he described you, I always thought, no way he's talking about my sister, Imogen, the badass who lectures me about Fiona Apple?
Imogen: Am I that much of a broken record?
Julie: A broken Fiona Apple record, yes.
Imogen: Patrick said the same thing.
Julie: Aww, you listened to Fiona together? True love.
Imogen: Not Fiona yet, actually. But he listened on his own. And we listened to something he loved.
Sorta.
Julie: Does he have bad taste?