Angela: [voiceover] So, I started hanging out with Rayanne Graff, just for fun. Just 'cause it seemed like if I didn't, I would die, or something. ...Things were getting to me. Just how people are -- how they always expect you to be a certain way. Even your best friend. ...Like, with boys, like they have it so easy. Like you have to pretend you don't notice them noticing you. ...Like cheerleaders. Can't people just cheer on their own? Like to themselves? ...School is a battlefield for your heart. So when Rayanne Graff told me my hair was holding me back, I had to listen. 'Cause she wasn't just talking about my hair. She was talking about my life.

Angela: [voiceover] My dad and I used to be pretty tight. The sad truth is, my breasts have come between us.

Rayanne: You want to have sex with him.
Angela: Who?
Rayanne: Who? Jordan! Catalano? Come on, I'm not going to tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Either sex or a conversation -- ideally both.

Angela: [voiceover] My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying, "How was that drive-by shooting?" You don't care how it was, you're lucky to get out alive.

Rayanne: Haven't you ever waited for anything?
Rickie: Yeah, for my life to start.

Rickie: If you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other person to say, like, right before?
Rayanne: This won't take long.
Rickie: No, seriously.
Rayanne: Do I know you?
Rickie: No, like, for real. Like, romantic.
Angela: You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you.
Rayanne: It hurts to look at you?
Rickie: How'd you think of that?
Rayanne: Where would it hurt?
Rickie: I really like that.

Angela: [voiceover] I've been kissed 3 times. No, 4 times. No, 3 times. All of them were people I never saw again. Which I hope doesn't like, mean something.

Rayanne: [After Angela has been talking loudly as Jordan walked by] Angela, he's gone. You can talk like a normal person.
Angela: Oh, God.
Rayanne: You have got to progress to the next phase of this. I mean, think of Rickie and me. How much more can we take?
Angela: I just don't want to look like I'm throwing myself at him.
Rayanne: Excuse me. People throwing themselves at people? Is, like, the basis of civilization.
Rickie: She has a point.
Angela: [voiceover] If Jordan Catalano is, like, nearby, my entire body knows it. Like one of those dogs that point? I'll keep talking and stuff, but my mind won't even know what I'm saying. I keep wondering if there's like, a term for this.

Angela: I'm not saying...see, there's thinking about him, right? Which is what I do, all the time, like, like this ...
Rickie: Obsession.
Rayanne: Right, so?
Angela: So, it keeps me going, or something, like I need it, just to get through the day. It -- it's just ...
Rickie: It's an obsession.
Angela: Right. And if you make it real, it, it's not the same. It's not...it's not yours anymore. I don't know -- maybe I'd rather have the fantasy, than even him.
Rickie: I completely understand this.
Rayanne: I totally and completely disagree. You want Jordan Catalano, in actuality, because...there is no 'because'! You just want him! Only you're programmed to never admit it.
Rickie: That does have the ring of truth.

Angela: [voiceover, regarding Jordan] We both stopped talking. Part of his sleeve was touching my arm. I don't know if he knew. Then everything started to seem perfect for some reason. The feel of his shirt against my elbow, the fact that I still had an elbow. It was the perfect moment for him to kiss me, for him to anything me.
Jordan: [leans closer, then opens her car door] Well, I gotta go, so... Later.
[Angela gets out]
Angela: [voiceover] I could have killed him.

Angela: Dad, I don't feel like talking. No offense.
Graham: Oh, I don't feel like talking. Certainly not to you. You want me to warm up that spaghetti?
[Angela hands it over]
Angela: [voiceover] I have to say, when my father warms something up, it tastes better than when anyone else does.
Graham: So how did your experiment go? with Brian?
Angela: He did most of it.
Graham: So was this like, a date?
Angela: Dad! It's...they're not...people just hang out. They're not -- it's not dates. There's people. Together. In a bunch.
Graham: So was there someone else there...you like?
Angela: [voiceover] It's so strange how parents can, out of nowhere, turn psychic. It's unnerving.
Graham: It's okay to like someone. But, I mean, boys your age can sometimes --
Angela: Dad, I know. [pause] 'Can sometimes' what?
Graham: Can sometimes not know how to be what you want them to be. My point is that...it's really...hard to figure out how to be a man. Practically every man I know is still working on it.

Angela: [voiceover] Grown-ups like to tell you where they were when President Kennedy was shot, which they all know to the exact second. Which makes me almost jealous -- like I should have something important enough to know where I was when it happened. But I don't, yet. And the fact that it was a better time then, and people knew what they were supposed to do and how to make the world better...now nobody knows anything. We know who's popular, or that Social Studies is boring, or that Brian always has stomach trouble -- but nobody knows anything important. Instead of changing the world, people sit in class and write notes about other people.

Patty: I'm Patty Chase.
Amber: Hi.
Patty: Angela's mom?
Amber: Oh, WOW. Angela! Oh, Rayanne talks about her all the time. She's in love with her! She wants to be Angela.
Patty: Really! Gosh, they seem so different.
Amber: Oh, you know kids. They find one person and they just can't get enough of them! It's like being in love, only they're not allowed to have sex.
Patty: Riiiight.
Amber: No, don't you remember? There'd be, like, this one person, who had, like, perfect hair, or perfect breasts, or they were just so funny, and you just wanted to eat them up -- just live in their bed, and just be them. It's like everybody else was in black and white, and that person was in color. Well, Rayanne thinks Angela is in color. Major color.

Angela: [voiceover] When I was twelve, my mother gave me my sex talk. I'm not sure either of us has fully recovered.
Patty: Now that you and Jordan are um...
Angela: Oh, my God. Mom, please...
Patty: Angela, I can accept that you have a boyfriend.
Angela: I don't have a boyfriend!
Patty: Fine. A pal. A male pal.

Angela: [voiceover] It's such a lie that you should do what's in your heart. If we all did what was in our hearts, the world would grind to a halt.