#molly davidson

hope: would you say you’re independent?

amy: [looks at molly]

molly:[nods]

amy: i’d say so, yes.

molly: we’ve never stayed at a party for more than an hour. we always end up at a pizzeria. by ourselves. with no friends.

amy: what else are best friends for?

amy: did hope just tell me she loved me for the first time?

molly: yeah.

amy: and did i do finger guns back?

molly: yeah, you did.

molly: male energy in my healing space just isn’t optimal.

amy: what do you normally do when i’m gone?

molly: wait for you to get back..

amy: you’re a little obsessed with yourself, aren’t you?

molly: well, no one else is gonna do it.

molly: annabelle, my arch nemesis.

george: hey! i thought i was your arch nemesis!

molly: i have a life outside of you, george.

amy: you were happy once, you know.

molly: i was never happy. i was just less pissed off.

molly: you know what they say, go big or go home.

amy: i’m begging you, moll, let’s just go home.

molly: i’m going big.

annabelle: what are you doing?

molly: homework.

annabelle: there was school today?

molly: yeah…

annabelle: i thought it was a long weekend?

molly: it’s wednesday…

annabelle: oh, so it’s almost the weekend again? well, no point in going now.

molly: what’s wrong?

amy: nothing. it’s just, adults are boring and i hate them. and i don’t want to buy all this stupid, boring, adult stuff and become boring adults.

molly: hey, listen to me. yes, we’re gonna get a dish rack and shower curtains and a cutting board. but if you think for one second i’m not also gonna get that marshmallow shooter, so that i can shoot you in the face with marshmallows when you’re asleep, then you’re the dumbest woman i know.

amy: you’re gonna make me cry.

jared: so, i heard you like bad boys.

molly: not really.

jared: oh thank god.

molly: i’m having a mid life crisis.

amy: you’re 18.

molly: i might die at 36.

amy: i don’t even wanna talk to her until i know for sure that she’s gay!

molly:hmm…

amy: wait, what are you d-

molly: excuse me, ryan! what color lipstick are you wearing?

ryan: oh, i don’t wear lipstick! just chapstick.

molly: oh, nice!

molly: [walking past amy] gay.