[in the aftermath of Sophie's comments against gay adoption she sits outside smoking a cigarette
They were all on about how it's two thousand and ten. Blah, blah, blah. I don't give a shit if it's two thousand and ten. It can be two thousand and fucking thirteen. I'm still gonna think the same thing.
[a man behind the camera tells Sophie it's two thousand and eleven
Is it? Really? You're joking. Two thousand and eleven... I didn't even know that. Oh my god. I am so behind. I never know what day...