Emily:
[laying in bed together]
I wish I had a mom like that. Katie and me, we were always together. Everything together. Eating, sleeping... Until we were nine we used to take a dump at the same time.
Naomi:
[laughing]
Jesus!
Emily:
Yeah. No secrets. There was no point.
Naomi:
[beat, then serious]
What about this one?
Emily:
[beat]
Naomi... I wanna tell people.
Naomi:
That you're gay?
Emily:
I wanna tell people about us. Come to the college ball with me.
Naomi:
Why would I want to do that?
Emily:
Why not?
Naomi:
Em, it's nobody's business.
Emily:
Why? Who cares what other people think?
Naomi:
Emily, I'm not like you! I'm not sure, like you are.
Emily:
What aren't you sure of?
Naomi:
Can't thinks ever be complicated?
Emily:
Fine, you like boys, too.
Naomi:
Maybe. Maybe I like only boys, apart from you.
Emily:
Well, that's fucking great! You're so in touch with yourself, aren't you?
[beat]
Emily:
Come to the ball with me, like we're together.
Naomi:
[beat, then Emily gets up]
Don't do that.
Emily:
No, you don't do that!
[gets dressed]
Emily:
I'm not your fucking experiment! Where are my fucking shoes?
[looking around]
Emily:
Oh, fuck it! Keep them! I'm tired... So sick and tired of it.
[looking intensely at Naomi, beat]
Emily:
We're still holding hands through a catflap, aren't we?
[beat]
Emily:
Have fun in Cyprus.