Interstate

Chlo?:
[first lines - driving along flipping through albums] You never play this one.

Edgar:
Too commercial.

Chlo?:
Hey, and this one?

Edgar:
Too progressive.

Chlo?:
What about this one, too funky?

Edgar:
I don't mind funk.

Chlo?:
What State is this?

Edgar:
Missouri? I think.

Chlo?:
[de-creams an Oreo and drops it back into the bag]

Edgar:
Did you just throw that cookie back in the bag?

Chlo?:
Yeah. So what?

Edgar:
You can't just eat the cream and throw the cookie part back in the bag.

Chlo?:
Why not?

Edgar:
Because that's not... proper. If you want the cream, eat the whole cookie.

Chlo?:
[smirks] I'm sorry, I didn't realize there was cookie etiquette. [makes a double-cream cookie from two]

Edgar:
What are you doing?

Chlo?:
It's a little cake - eat it.

Edgar:
No!

Chlo?:
Come on! You now you want it, eat it. Come on, just live a little.

Edgar:
No way.

Chlo?:
Fine. [scarfs it]

Edgar:
Oh, that's fantastic. [car starts making noises]

Gloria:
[bored] What are we doing?

Veronica:
[about Edgar] I don't know, ask the fun-sponge.

Chlo?:
[last lines - answering the phone] Hello?

Edgar:
Chlo??

Chlo?:
Eddie?

Edgar:
It's me.

Chlo?:
Where are you?

Edgar:
California.

Edgar:
Would you knock it off? I don't need this sh*t!

Veronica:
Just admit it, Edgar. You like being our prisoner. You're a born masochist.

Edgar:
I did not rape you. You're not seventeen.

Veronica:
I'm afraid I am.