- Cat Storm: [narrating] Just like every year, I prayed that this year was gonna be different. You know, crawl out from under your shadow, get my Mom off my back, and just stop being the freak that nobody wanted. I mean, it was pathetic. I was starting eleventh grade, and I never even *Frenched* a guy. Guys like William Sellers didn't think that I was worth the pennies in his loafers. If he knew that I existed. Why would he? Just *look* at him. All I wanted was to impress him...
- [approaches target]
- Cat Storm: To get his attention.
- [the wind blows up her skirt]
- Cat Storm: Not exactly what I had in mind.
- Cat Storm: God, everything's so expensive here.
- Eloise Logan: My Mom and I love this store.
- Cat Storm: I've never been here before.
- Eloise Logan: Really?
- Cat Storm: Yeah.
- Eloise Logan: We come in here all the time.
- Cat Storm: I haven't been here.
- Eloise Logan: Of course.
- Grace Bailey: Frosted Fantasy or Baby Nude?
- Cat Storm: What?
- Grace Bailey: Which lipstick do you like better?
- Cat Storm: Oh. The beige one.
- Eloise Logan: [clears throat, then reminds Grace:] You still have a headband on.
- Grace Bailey: [smiles] No shit, Sherlock.
- Eloise Logan: [whispers] That's stealing.
- Grace Bailey: So?
- [to Cat]
- Grace Bailey: Don't you want one?
- Cat Storm: I can't. My Mom would kill me.
- Grace Bailey: Come on, Cat. We could be twins. Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
- Cat Storm: What if I got caught?
- Grace Bailey: [goads] Cat!
- [nods, spurring on her friend]
- Cat Storm: Okay.
- [walks to counter]
- Eloise Logan: [to Grace] She's going to get into trouble.
- Grace Bailey: Don't be ridiculous.
- Grace Bailey: [in bath, covered with foam] I have a secret to tell you.
- Cat Storm: What?
- Grace Bailey: I never stole anything before today. I did it to impress you.
- Cat Storm: Well, that's okay. I won't tell anyone.
- Grace Bailey: Oh, you're the best, Stinkpot!
- [they hug]
- Lily Storm: [mother taking care of little boy] All clean. Now you can go back to bed.
- Pete Storm: What happens after you die?
- Lily Storm: You're not gonna die for a very long, long time.
- Cat Storm: [from her room] You're nine years old, for Christ's sake! Would you stop worrying about it?
- Lily Storm: Cat, please. You're not helping the situation.
- Cat Storm: Me? He's the one who keeps us up every night with these anxieties!
- Pete Storm: [existential crisis] I will die one day. Then what?
- Cat Storm: Then we'd all get a good night's sleep!
- Eloise Logan: What is that?
- [Delilah is holding coke in her hand]
- Delilah Milford: Nose candy? Want some? Fine. Full of calcium good for you too.