Chuck: I am impressed with how you always tell the truth, even when it couldn't matter less, but in this case your truth also saddens and wilts.
Raina: Luckily, here's some more truth that might cheer you up. Let's have some sexual intercourse.
Chuck: Are you being honest?
Raina: I am always honest. I will honestly leave right now and then wait in my car for a few minutes and then if you do not come to the car I will presume that you are not interested in having sex with me, and I drive away and we will never talk about it again, resulting in total comfort for all parties.
Chuck: I am intrigued, but aren't you Russell's daughter? Wouldn't that be totally stupid?
Raina: My father built me out of parts in his basement, as a sort of smartphone. I have no loyalty to him, only gratitude for his act of creation. I see no connection between our sexual intercourse and the intercourse my father will be having with you from behind.
Chuck: Then we will have some sexual intercourse. I haven't hate-fucked anybody in like a whole episode.
Raina: Your reply pleases me. It also suits my purely literal approach perfectly, because I have autism.
Creep: "I'm gonna rape and murder you! You're in Jail City... Wait, Serena?"
Serena: "Hi, Ben. Why are you hanging around outside this jail?"
Ben: "Your family destroyed my family and made my billionaire cousin hate me, and then my sister kidnapped and murdered you. Remember any of that? I don't have lots of places to go. I'm waiting for the bus to take me to wherever that place is. That town where you tried to make me rape you and then I went to jail. I'm thinking that's the right place to make a fresh start."
Serena: "Or we could go get coffee and you could start rebuilding your life tomorrow, after you make me feel better about getting you thrown in jail for five years."
Ben: "That sounds good too. I haven't had sex -- with a lady -- since before you even came to my boarding school. Yeah, ironically I wasn't having much luck with the ladies before I even took that job, and then you got me thrown in jail for five years, so it's been a while." Serena: "Are you sure you don't have anything to do?"
Ben: "Well, hand-holding sounds nice. I do like coffee in the middle of the night. And I'm hoping you've still got that dazzling personality that caused me to take you across state lines and read the letters of dead lesbians to each other in the rain."
Serena: "I do! I'm a detective now. I was working in France, but now I go to college and solve crimes. Or sometimes I just read this one issue of a magazine."
Ben: "Attagirl. Attagirl."