[In a cafe, a shy young man has just given them a flyer, telling him that his band is playing there on Friday night]
Enid:
God, what a dork.
Rebecca:
You're just jealous.
Enid:
Trust me, at this point I'm past the fact that every single guy likes you better than me.
Rebecca:
Oh, face it, you just hate every single guy on the face of the earth.
Enid:
That's not true. I just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious, pseudo-bohemian losers.
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