- Eden: How are we not talking about this all the time? We grow bodies inside of our bodies. What the fuck? This person just came out of my vagina. This is all the hot news anchors should be covering 24/7. People coming out of pussies. Every day for thousands and thousands of years. What the fuck?
- Dawn: I'm tired of chips. I'm tired of cheese and Skittles. I don't want to taste the rainbow no more. I want some sushi. I've been waiting 10 months for this.
- Eden: Whoa. Hurtful, dude. Claude really meant something to me. And I know all this may be weird, and do I wish I was normal? Do I wish I could live in boring, predictable bliss? Of course I do, but I'm not. I had something special with this one person. So here we are. And sure, I'm scared of the decision I made. I feel like a lion is chasing me. Scared. But I know that we can handle anything together, and we wouldn't even have to be having this conversation if you didn't just up and move to the Upper West Side without even consulting me.
- Dawn: Oh my God! I don't have to consult you. Adults don't plan their lives around their best friends. Jesus Christ, Eden with the 11-year-old dreams and the birth prom plan. You live like a child. Have you even started to prep baby stuff in your house? Or are you just waiting for me to do it? No, you know what you're waiting for? You want to move into my house and mooch off of my family?
- Eden: Fuck you. Best friends are so fucked over in adulthood. If we don't couple ourselves off, we are fucked. Not everybody's made up like that. I've known you twice as long as Marty. And a lifetime longer than Tommy and Melanie's brand-new ass. What? Just 'cause we're not blood-related, we're not family? That's bullshit. You and me, we're family... We're family.