Imogen: I wasn't going to go there.
Julie: I'll take Bullshit for 1000, Alex.
Imogen: Really.
Julie: They do it sexually too. That's what I hear from friends. Even now. They still act like nothing is yes, or I agree, or of course, you're brilliant. They don't even get that "hmm" or "I guess" or "maybe" is no. They don't understand the world women live in.
Imogen: That's smart.
Julie: I'm not just a jock.
Imogen: Your boyfriend is sweet to you?
Julie: Well…
Imogen: Do I need to kill someone?
Julie: You have to go first, okay? Tell me what happened with Patrick. Is he like Zack?
Imogen: No. He listens. He thinks I'm smart. Fuck, am I like Zack?
Julie: Do you ramble for ages without a response?
Imogen: Sometimes. Not usually.
Julie: You're probably good.
Imogen: Probably?
Julie: You're pretty. Maybe that's the interest.
Imogen: Was that a compliment or an insult?
Julie: An honest assessment of the twenty-something male mind.
Imogen: I'm the one studying psychology.
Julie: You rubbed off on me.
Imogen: You listen? Really?
Julie: See! You noticed I tune you out. You're not like Zack the Blowhard.
Imogen: He didn't really bring up Joker?
Julie: Of course he did.
Imogen: So glad we broke up.
Julie: Was that all it was? He was a tool, and you needed an excuse to end it?
Imogen: More or less.
Julie: Why did you stay with him so long?
Imogen: It seemed right, on paper. He was handsome; he was cultural, and he was decent in bed.
Julie: Decent, wow? So worth the annoyance.