Tony Stonem: My last best mate's Maxxie. He's a bit new, he's a bit cool, he's a bit gay.
Chris Miles: Last night man, cool. Total blast. Everything you could ever want from an evening. Songs, choir girls, colourful costumes, fellatio... rabbits
Naomi: I think I'm going away for this summer.
Naomi: Spain, Cyprus, perhaps. By myself. Spend some time by myself, you know, do some thinking by myself.
Emily: About what?
Naomi: Let's just be friends, okay?
Emily: We say that, don't we?
Naomi: [beat] Yeah, have a good summer.
[starts to walk off]
Emily: [beat] I'll miss you
Naomi: [stops, a beat, then turns around and kisses Emily]
Naomi: I can't stand it. I can't
Emily: It's okay
Emily: It's okay
Emily: [behind her closed door, after Naomi knocked] I'm not going to open the door. My face is all puffy. I cried a bit.
Naomi: I don't care.
[sits down on the front porch, Emily sits down, too]
Naomi: I do want someone. I need someone.
Naomi: You're it.
Emily: [teary] And?
Naomi: [crying] And... when I'm with you, I feel like a better person. And I feel happier, less alone... less lonely
[Emily sticks her hand out of the catflap to hold Naomi's hand]
Naomi: It's not as simple as that, is it? Being with someone?
Emily: Isn't it?
Naomi: No. I'm mean I don't know. At least, I don't think so.
[beat, then sobbing]
Naomi: Can't we just sit like this for a bit?
Emily: [beat] Yeah, we can... for a bit.
Emily: [quoting] "I see it now in lights - Naomi get to know me."
Naomi: I thought it was catchy.
Emily: Yeah, so is AIDS.
Emily: [laying in bed together] I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.
Naomi: [laughing] Jesus!
Emily: Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.
Naomi: [beat, then serious] What about this one?
Emily: [beat] Naomi... I wanna tell people.
Naomi: That you're gay?
Emily: I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.
Naomi: Why would I want to do that?
Emily: Why not?
Naomi: Em, it's nobody's business.
Emily: Why? Who cares what other people think?
Naomi: Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.
Emily: What aren't you sure of?
Naomi: Can't thinks ever be complicated?
Emily: Fine, you like boys, too.
Naomi: Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.
Emily: Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?
Emily: Come to the ball with me, like we're together.
Naomi: [beat, then Emily gets up] Don't do that.
Emily: No, you don't do that!
Emily: I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?
Emily: Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.
[looking intensely at Naomi, beat]
Emily: We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?
Emily: Have fun in Cyprus.