[Charlie is meeting Angela for the first time. Angela goes off to get a cup of coffee]
Charlie Fineman:
Are you kidding me? She's a baby.
Alan Johnson:
Listen, you're right, she's young. But, she-she's good. She's got a lot of experience with loss and grief counseling. Just...
Charlie Fineman:
She's got nice tits, that's not good.
Alan Johnson:
Since when?
Charlie Fineman:
[pause] Good point.
Alan Johnson:
Look, we'll just do the meet-and-greet, and see if you like her, and if you do, we'll just - we'll go from there.
Charlie Fineman:
Am I wrong about her tits, though?
Alan Johnson:
No, you're right. They're wonderful.
Angela Oakhurst:
So what are you guys talking about? What's so wonderful? [silence from Charlie and Alan]
Naville:
You are going to go to work, my girl.
Celine:
What?
Naville:
You have spent the last quarter of a century watching the tide go in and out, but from tomorrow, you are going to work. Here, under my supervision. You're going to learn the essence of business. About money, and how it flows relentlessly back towards he who owns it. How to generate a profit from a loss, a loss from a profit, you are going to work. Now this may not strike you as very palatable. It may make you want to vomit. But you will, I assure you, get used to the taste. And pretty soon, you'll be spooning it down and asking for more like all the other kids.
[That wall] might be breached sometime in the future, but for now the only real conversation between them was the roots that had already grown low and deep, under the wall, where they could not be broken.
The most terrible thing, though, was the fear that the wall could never be breached, that in his heart Alai was glad of the separation, and was ready to be Ender's enemy. For now that they could not be together, they must be infinitely apart, and what had been sure and unshakable was now fragile and insubstantial; from the moment we are not together, Alai is a stranger, for he has a life now that will be no part of mine, and that means that when I see him we will not know each other.
[after Dewey accidentally barges in a room filled with smoke and groupies]
Sam:
[coughs] Get outta here, Dewey!
Dewey Cox:
What are y'all doin' in here?
Sam:
We're smoking reefer and you don't want no part of this shit.
Dewey Cox:
You're smoking *reefers*?
Sam:
Yeah, 'course we are; can't you smell it?
Dewey Cox:
No, Sam. I can't.
Reefer Girl:
Come on, Dewey! Join the party! [takes a hit off a joint]
Sam:
No, Dewey, you don't want this. Get outta here!
Dewey Cox:
You know what, I don't want no hangover. I can't get no hangover.
Sam:
It doesn't give you a hangover!
Dewey Cox:
Wha-I get addicted to it or something?
Sam:
It's not habit-forming!
Dewey Cox:
Oh, okay... well, I don't know... I don't want to overdose on it.
Sam:
You can't OD on it!
Dewey Cox:
It's not gonna make me wanna have sex, is it?
Sam:
It makes sex even better!
Dewey Cox:
Sounds kind of expensive.
Sam:
It's the cheapest drug there is.
Dewey Cox:
[at a loss and out of excuses] Hmm.
Sam:
You don't want it!
Dewey Cox:
I think I kinda want it.
Sam:
Okay, but just this once. Come on in.
