The Cake Eaters2007

Marg:
What are you thinking about my angel?

Georgia:
Sex.

Marg:
Whoa.

Georgia:
It's supposed to be this huge deal right?

Marg:
Uh huh.

Georgia:
But is it really?

Marg:
It can be really beautiful. And it can be very not beautiful.

Georgia:
How old were you when you... when you first... when you lost it.

Marg:
Georgia, where is this going? I mean, I was seventeen... sixteen... ok, I was fifteen. It was in an alley behind my parents house in upper St. Clair with a boy named Johnny Usiff. He was Russian. Very handsome. I was drunk so I don't remember a whole lot about it. In case you're getting any ideas I suggest you wipe them from your mind. Sugar, we don't have such great luck in this family.