Leon: What’s your paper about?
Maxine: I don’t really know.
Leon: You’ve already written three pages.
Maxine: Impressive, right?
– – –
Anya: I haven’t slept in two days.
Maria: Whoop-de-doo.
Anya: Thanks for the sympathy.
Maria: Look. You do this every week.You drink for three days, then complain about the other four.
Anya: You’re usually there with me.
Maria: But you don’t see me complaining.
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Rei: Can I see your answers?
Leto: Hell no. Remember the honor code?
Rei: I’ll give you twenty bucks.
Leto: Fifty.
Rei: Hell no.
Leto: Thirty.
Rei: Don’t be an asshole.
Leto: Twenty.
Rei: …Fine.
– – –
Maxine: What are you writing about?
Leon: How much I hate Jane Eyre.
Maxine: I thought you were taking a history class.
Leon: I really hate Jane Eyre.
– – –
Anya: The vending machine’s broken.
Maria: Try not to panic.
Anya: A centimeter of plastic is separating me from Red Bull. How can I do anything else? This is proof positive that God has abandoned us.
Maria: This stuff’s going to make your heart explode one day.
Anya: And I’ll have done twice the living that you have.
Maria: And twice the dying.
Anya: I don’t think that sentence quite works…
Maria: It’s 2 AM. Give me a break.
Anya: Only if you give me an energy drink.
– – –
Rei: I hooked up with two girls that night.
Leto: I did three.
Rei: One of mine was a cheerleader.
Leto: Two of mine were twins.
Rei: The other didn’t have a gag reflex.
Leto: Both twins were Kama Sutra teachers.
Rei: We had a threesome.
Leto: We had a fivesome!
Rei: You said there were three girls.
Leto: It was…that good?
– – –
Leon: I think I see Rei over there.
Maxine: The guy who passed out after hitting on the bartender last week?
Leon: I thought he was the guy who threw up after two shots?
Maxine: Not mutually exclusive.
– – –
Maria: What keeps you motivated?
Anya: I’m afraid that if I stop moving, I won’t be able to start again. How about you?
Maria: I honestly have no idea.
Anya: Being a little rudderless is fine. I wouldn’t worry about it too much. It’s pretty common.
Maria: That doesn’t make me feel better. It just means other people are screwed too.
– – –
Rei: I feel like no one respects me.
Leto: Hmm.
Rei: I don’t even understand why I bother talking anymore. It’s like throwing straw at a brick wall.
Leto: Mm-hmm.
Rei: It’s like I don’t have a voice at all, you know?
Leto: Mm-hmm.
Rei: Thanks for listening. Sometimes I think you’re my only real friend.
Leto: Hmm.
– – –
Leon: Have you found a paper topic yet?
Maxine: Sort of.
Leon: You should to do a little better than “sort of”.
Maxine: “Action in Motion: Post-Priori Dynamics”.
Leon: Did any of that mean anything?
Maxine: Not at all.