JACK: What are you thinking about?
DIANE: I'm not thinking about anything. I'm trying to watch the movie Jackie.
JACK: Don't call me Jackie. My mom calls me Jackie.
DIANE: So?
JACK: So you're my girlfriend, not my mom. Let's not try to blur the lines. You each have your roles.
DIANE: I have rolls? Are you calling me fat?
JACK: No. Stop it. I just don't want you to be like my mom.
DIANE: You don't like your mom?! Is it because she has rolls?
JACK: I'm about ready to punch you in the face.
DIANE: Do it.
JACK: I love my mom.
DIANE: Good, 'cause I couldn't be with anyone who didn't love their mom. Sigmund Freud says men eventually marry woman that remind them of their moms.
JACK: You're grossing me out.
DIANE: The thought of marrying me grosses you out?
JACK: That's not what I'm saying.
DIANE: Alright.
JACK: You're mad.
DIANE: No, I'm trying to watch the movie.
JACK: Are you sure?
DIANE: You know, I'm not sure. I suppose it is possible I am the only teenage girl in the world who doesn't know when she's angry. Let me get in touch with my emotions and I'll get back with you.
JACK: Are you trying to piss me off?
DIANE: I was going for 'turn you off', but yeah I am a little.
JACK: Why?
DIANE: Because you asked me what I was thinking, which is to say 'I hope you're thinking what I'm thinking', and I know what your thinking, and I'm not thinking that. You're a seventeen year old boy-- everyone knows what you're thinking. You're thinking let's run off behind a shady tree, get me out of these Bobby Brooks, and have your way with me.
JACK: (pause) No I wasn't.
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