"I love Christmas Eve. Maybe even more so than Christmas itself. It's the one night of the year when the entire world just...stops. In those few hours before the dawn - human, mutant, everyone, just sort of holds their breath in sweet anticipation...waiting to see how badly they're going to be disappointed in the morning. In its own tragic way...it's kind of romantic. That's why I love Christmas Eve."
"You thought you could write the future, didn't you? You thought you had the magic formula. The secret recipe. But the future doesn't have a formula. It's all ad lib. All desperate improvisation in front of a dying audience in a room where the ceiling is about to fall in."
"I just tell myself to be happy. But I don't feel happy. And when I try to change it, when I try to remember what being happy felt like, I can't. I don't feel joy. I don't feel inspired. I just feel numb."
"...But for now, he is her Dante, she his Beatrice. Think Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde...Tom and Jerry. She'll grow out of it and her diary will be filled with regrets. That's the tragedy behind cupid's twanging."
"You know that romantic notion that all the garbage and the pain is really healing and beautiful and sort of poetic? It's not. It's just garbage and it's pain. You know what's better? Love. The day that you start thinking that love is overrated is the day that you're wrong. The only thing wrong with love and faith and belief is not having it."
"It all just feels so fake, you know? This idea that good things happen to good people. That there's magic in the world, and that the meek and the righteous will inherit it. Too many good people suffer for that to be true. Too many prayers go unanswered. And every day it just gets worse. Every day we ignore how truly broken this world is, and we tell ourselves it's all going to be okay. But it's not going to be okay. And once you know that, there's no going back. There's no magic in the world...at least today there isn't."
"They will always hate us. We will never live in a world of peace. Which is why control and non-violence are essential. We must prove ourselves a peaceful people. We must give the ordinary humans respect, compliance, and understanding. And we must never mistake that for trust."
"You are still so young. You still believe and trust people... And you wish to be loved. Unfortunately, there is no shortage of pathetically selfish people who will exploit that. Especially boys. One might even consider you first heartbreak / betrayal / eternal virtual imprisonment of the opposite sex to be a rite of passage. So, congratulations. You're one step closer to knowing what it is to be human."
"My gosh, Scott...All they did was look at me and it was like...like a pack of dogs ran wild in my brain. They're not letting go. And they're not letting anyone else in. They've just made that abundantly clear."
Emma: "So, Warren and I had been friends forever, and then we hit Sophomore year and something changed. I don't know if it was chemical or maybe I just lost my mind, but...I started obsessing about him. I wrote about him in my diary, I fantasized, made up poems. It was, it was pathetic."
Alison: "Do I look like I care?"
Emma: "I'm trying to be honest with you, Alison. Okay? So after a Weezer concert one night, I got what I thought I wanted. But it went weird, and we ended up not speaking for six months. Eventually we got past it. It was a thing, but we never really talked about it. So what I-I'm telling you is that there's nothing going on. It-It's old news. I didn't want you to find out and get upset. And if I'm being honest, I didn't want to open that door again. It was a lie, but it was a lie with good intentions."
Emma: "Why not? All of the team knows each other's business anyway."
Alison: "Really? Because apparently I was not told a key piece of business. That you and Warren lost your virginity to each other! How did I not know that the first time my friend had sex, it was with my boyfriend?! Oh yeah, that's because when I asked you about your first time, you lied to me! Just like you lied every time I asked if you had feelings for Warren!"
Emma: "He turned his back on me, then he just walked off."
Hazel: "Good for him."
Emma: "What? You're taking his side?"
Hazel: "He has been your boyfriend without benefits for way too long."
Emma: "Mom, I don't consider this supportive."
Hazel: "Men have two brains. Unfortunately, they only have enough blood to use one of them at a time which is where all the problems pop up. And it seems that our boy Warren, when he's around you, he performs all the functions of a close friend, blood's where it belongs. And there's other times when he's around you and the blood flows to his other brain. Now men have no control over this function. It's physiological."
Emma: "Wait, did you major in junk science, mom?"
Hazel: "Interrupting only makes this last longer. Now as I was saying, Warren is finally listening to his body and it is yelling at him to be your boyfriend with full benefits."
Emma: "We can't."
Hazel: "Why the hell not?"
Emma: "We tried once, and he took off for six months."
Hazel: "Oh, boo-hoo. He came back, didn't he?"
Emma: "As a friend. That's how I learned that friends stick around and boyfriends come and go."
Hazel: "I could have told you that."
Emma: "Besides, I'm with David."
Hazel: "Sweetheart, Warren's known you for a long time, much longer than David."
Emma: "I lost Warren once mom. I'm not losing him again."
Hazel: "Honey, you just did."
Emma: "Hah. You don't know what you're talking about. He will call. I... He always does."
Hazel: "Oh, honey, it's my pleasure. The good news is I have come up with a way for you to pay me back."
Emma: "That does sound like good news. What is it?"
Hazel: "Well, first of all wipe that suspicious look off your face, it's more than a little insulting."
Emma: "Oh, so insulting your daughter is in the question?"
Hazel: "Well, I might not even ask you now."
Emma: "Oh, good. Thanks for lunch."
Hazel: "I need you to sing on Saturday. At an event I planned."
Emma: "Is this event by any chance ? Worthington's wedding?"
Hazel: "Well, what difference does it make, you'd be doing me a favor."
Emma: "No way. No. Warren's gonna be there, he's the best man."
Hazel: "That's right. And he's only in town for the weekend."
Emma: "You know for a fact he's leaving?"
Hazel: "Look at you, you are interested. And this might be your only chance to see him."
Emma: "No. Save the mind games mom, I'm not... I'm not doing it."
Hazel: "You know, Warren's daddy asked for you specially. It would really break his heart if you don't do this. Well, you can ask him yourself."
Emma: "What? You didn't."
Warren Jr.: "Emma Grace."
Emma: "Hey, Mr. Worthington."
Warren Jr.: "A little bird tells me you're having a bout of stage fright."
Emma: "Stage fright?"
Hazel: "I had to tell him."
Warren Jr.: "I understand, I get it myself at business meetings, but I'm here to say that you have nothing to be afraid of. You are among family. Hell, I've known you since you were about that tall. You know we love your singing voice. It made us so happy when you'd come over and play piano. What do you say, Emma? Give it a try?"