Carly: I wouldn’t even do that, and I lick everything I see.
Carly: I have to scratch my nose; you’re coming with me.
Carly: I just accidentally made you touch my boob.
Taylor: Boys are dumb
Carly: I’ve done that.
Taylor: Me too.
Taylor: There’s just a random horse.
Carly: That’s Mickey. He’s like, “mmm, gonna get me summa dat” because he’s bisexual.
Carly: If you were British, I’d touch your leg more often.
Carly: “Good golly gosh, Carly!”
Taylor: You have four eyes from this angle. I don’t understand.
Miles: I’m fucking your sister.
Taylor: I’m trying to imagine what my brother would say if one of his friends said that. What would your brother be like if one of his friends said that?
Carly: I’m trying to imagine what your brother would say if I said that to him.
Taylor: Well I didn’t cry. But I really don’t feel okay.
We’re about to watch Third Star. I’m scared. I’ve never seen it. Carly’s seen it five times.