FIONA: If that wasn’t bullshit, what was I wearing?
STEVE: Huh?
FIONA: The first time you saw me, if that wasn’t a lie.
STEVE: Black top with gold trim, black shiny jeans, thin shoes …with straps… sandals, with your hair pinned high, dangly gold earrings that made me smile, a big watch… too big so it slid up your arm but it looked great, and you were dancing next to a red-haired girl with a green dress.
FIONA: Okay yeah, yeah. Jenna. It was Jenna’s birthday. So you were watching her who’s a lot better looking than me.
STEVE: You think so, really?
FIONA: Yeah so how come you’re not stalking Jenna?
STEVE: Because you think like that and Jenna doesn’t. Jenna dances for an audience and you dance like there’s no one else in the room. Your life’s not simple Fiona and you can’t stop it from showing, because you’re no fake. You’re not lost, you don’t need finding. This whole city belongs to the Jennas, but I’m sick of them. I swear, Fiona, you’re nothing like anyone I’ve ever met. You make me want to enjoy my life again.
I should really watch this.
This quote fucking kills me.