Joan of Arcadia2003

Adam:
Oh, Jane, glad I caught you here. This is for good luck.

[Adam gives her a piece of art that looks like a cheerleader... Well, sort of]

Joan:
Adam... Well, thank you, but I already tried out.

Adam:
I missed it? No way, man.

Joan:
Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's ok... Sorry, But thanks for the...

Adam:
It's a cheerleader. You know, it's got the little hairy things.

Joan:
Pompoms? Cool.

Adam:
I can't believe I missed it, though. How'd it go?

Joan:
Uh... well, ha ha. I can definitely say I'm not going to be a cheerleader.

Adam:
Why not? They didn't like you?

Joan:
Wow... I always thought you'd hate me if I was a cheerleader.

Adam:
No way. Why?

Joan:
'Cause we're sub-defectives, and that would be like deserting the army or something.

Adam:
Oh. No, I don't care if you're a cheerleader or sub-defective or whatever. I just like hanging out with you 'cause you're Jane.

Joan:
Joan.