Peter: You know what I think? I think you're so desperate for attention that you'll do anything... you're a big fat attention whore!
[Manny throws his lunch on him]
Peter: An attention whore with a bad temper!
Craig Manning: Stop staring.
Ellie Nash: Stop being an ass.
Craig Manning: Do you know how humiliating it was to find out, in public, that my girlfriend dumped me by e-mail?
Ellie Nash: Oh. Oh, you're forgetting on your birthday. It's a pretty good detail too. Ashley wanted to tell you herself. She wanted to wait until the time was right. She was... concerned.
Ellie Nash: That I'd go off my meds and go all crazy. I'm fine. You know I'm fine. We hung out all summer and I don't need you protecting me.
Ellie Nash: All this anger is for Ashley. Buy a ticket, go to London, and freak on her there.
[Ellie walks into Craig's garage where he is playing his guitar]
Craig Manning: [annoyed] You here to see Marco? He's not here yet.
Ellie Nash: I'm here to see you.
[Craig resumes playing his guitar]
Ellie Nash: Craig! Craig! We hung out all summer and I know you're okay now and it was so, so stupid of me to try and protect you. I should have just told you. Sorry.
Craig Manning: Cool.
Ellie Nash: [annoyed] That's it?
Craig Manning: That's it.
[Craig walks away and turns around]
Craig Manning: Oy. I can feel them, you know. Your eyes burning a hole in my back.
[He turns back around]
Craig Manning: I'm sorry, too. I overreacted, okay? So there. Better?
Ellie Nash: Not really.
Craig Manning: So, what do we do?
Ellie Nash: Well, I heard you're in between drummers.
Craig Manning: You heard right. Know any?
Ellie Nash: I happen to be in between bands. Maybe I should sit in?
Craig Manning: I got to warn you, El. We suck, huge.
Ellie Nash: Oldest rule of music, Craig. Band's only as good as its drummer.
[She plays the drums very impressively]
Craig Manning: Okay, you'll fit in fine.