Daria1997

Jane:
[Quinn is at Jane's doorstep] What are *you* doing here?

Quinn:
Um, I need to use your phone.

Jane:
What's wrong with your phone?

Quinn:
Nothing. Can I spend the night?

Jane:
Are you kidding?

Quinn:
My mother says I can't stay home alone.

Jane:
I won't say a word. I'll even spring for the keg, but you have to pay for the dry cleaning.

Quinn:
It's too last-minute to throw a party.

Jane:
Then just talk on the phone all night. Ask your friends, if they could be a nail polish, what color they would be and why.

Quinn:
I'm sick of that game.

Jane:
You're afraid to go home.

Quinn:
I am not!

Jane:
Sorry, no vacancies. [tries to close door]

Quinn:
[pushes door open against Jane] All right, I'm afraid! There's mass serial puppy killers and stuff. Come on. Please?

Jane:
I'm going to regret this. [Lets Quinn in] Nevermind, I already do.