— She hates you.
— Oh, I'm touched.
— I'm dating this older guy...
— How much older is "older"?
— 26. Or maybe 31. It's hard to tell.
— Let us pray. Thank you, Lord, for this bountiful harvest, and bless the underprivileged and teenage children in new high schools. Amen.
— Okay, Bianca, what gives?
— Kat, please! Okay, Bianca, what gives?
— Well, Daddy, I've been thinking about my faith a lot recently ever since I met this great group of kids at school. Speaking of which, they invited me to this killer Bible study tonight. Can I go?
— And the Oscar goes to... Bianca Stratford for Lying to Her Farther!
— Zip it, Satan. Dad, I'd really hate to miss it. I think tonight I get my purity ring!
— And I think tonight you'll be home with the purity security!
— Look, if I wanted to go on a date with him, I'd ask him myself. Feminism, ever heard of it?
— Mm, isn't that the thing that killed romance?
— We need a ride.
— Well, my mom's at her angry divorcee meeting tonight.
— Did you understand what I said?
— See, that's the problem. Great with the repeating, not so great with the understanding. But I'm guessing it was about flowers. Props for bringing props, by the way!
— I...use that data to carefully plot out our first encounter, so as to easily befriend and beguile her.
— Beguile? Big word, Shakespear.
— You drive me.
— No way, Miss Daisy.
— I'll tell Dad you're not a virgin.
— You have one hour.
— How do I look?
— Shallow.
— Thank you!
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