Paige: "The truth is ... I am a lunatic."
Emily: "No, be honest about something we don't already know and is obvious."
Paige: "Oh, you mean Shana? We hooked up, no big deal. For three weeks, while you were in Haiti."
Emily: "Jacob, duh. Remember how Maya died and I left for like six months and when I came back I was a crazy alcoholic?"
(Kind of? It's all kind of a blur because you started in with the amnesia like, the night you got back. Were there like long conversations about this that I don't remember? Did she build houses? I feel like she built houses. Unless I'm thinking of Jimmy Carter.)
Paige: "If it weren't for Haiti, we never would have roofied each other. And that turned out great. So listen, sorry I didn't tell you about it, but I figured you had a lot going on and I didn't want to add one more straw to the camel's back. Like, okay, you can handle being drowned and sexually assaulted and me ruining a cupcakes-and-hats party, but what if I dated a Halloween Store employee? What then?"
Emily: "God, I love you so much. You know exactly what crazy shit to spout. You're right, it's best for you to lie to me about things."
Paige: "But only when I think it's appropriate, like last year, or at the beginning of this conversation, a few seconds ago."
Paige: "I promise."
Makes her way out to the car. It's never made clear why she is on this little date with herself, or why on earth she randomly decided not to have a drink, but a lady should always retain a little mystery. Even when it's for herself.
Ashley: "So why did we go to this expense of having a lonely dinner in public, without even a book to read? The only situation that bums nearby diners out even more than that?"
Ashley: "Girl, I don't know. Sometimes you want the fairytale, sometimes you just want to stare openly at people while you devour a salad all on your lonesome."