Eric: So, your friends are a little…
Chloe: Aggressive? Yeah, I’m a single woman, so of course that means I’m desperate for a guy.
Eric: Right.
Chloe: I saw them pushing you on me. It was pretty obvious.
Eric: No, I mean, they just really wanted me to know that you’ve completed 200 hours of yoga training.

Eric: You all right?
Chloe: I’m not gonna hook up with you. I’m… you’re way too young, and I just got out of a long-term thing. Five years. It’s been really hard.
Eric: Yeah.
Chloe: Yeah, my friends know it has. They just don’t want to hear about it. They just want to fix me, as if sex could fix me. I can’t really… I can’t really talk to them about it. I can’t really talk to anybody about it. No one understands. I don’t know, I just feel so confused. When we first were together, I was so madly in love with him. I felt sick. But he put me through the wringer, and now that I’m out of it, I can see how unhappy I was. I don’t want to feel this way anymore.

Claire: You seem good.
Matt: I am. A little rough there for a while, but things are pretty great now. We’re recording an album.
Claire: Wow, cool.
Matt: Gone to some pretty cool cities for work. Dating, and yeah. I don’t know. As happy as I can be, I guess.
Claire: That’s good to hear.
Matt: It’s OK. You don’t have to pretend you’ve been worried about how I am.
Claire: I have been.
Matt: You never would have done what you did if you gave a shit about me.
Claire: I made a mistake, and I…
Matt: A mistake? Is that what you’re calling it? Wow, OK. I don’t know how I ever loved you.
Claire: Matt, I am so sorry.
Matt: Oh fuck. I’m so mad, I’m just so mad at you. Can you go, please? Can you go?

Wyatt: I’ve been thinking. Have you given any consideration to going back to Al-Anon? It used to help you. I remember before.
Claire: Well, that was to help deal with you, dad.
Wyatt: Oh, I just know I value.
Claire: Dad, I’m fine. Just stop.

Eric: What?
Ryan: I, uh, look, I saw the letter the school sent. The one about you being put on academic probation and about losing your scholarship.
Eric: You looked through my shit?
Ryan: It was on your desk.
Eric: Not cool, man.
Ryan: I just… I just feel like… I feel like you got this different vibe than you did at the beginning of the semester, you know.
Eric: Different vibe?
Ryan: Yeah, you know…
Eric: I’m fine. Seriously, I’m fine.

Eric: I’m sorry, Claire. I am so sorry.
Claire: Eric…
Eric: This is all my fault. I convinced you to run away, and then I left like a fucking idiot.
Claire: It’s not your fault.
Eric: I mean if I hadn’t… if I hadn’t told the cops, none of this would have happened.
Claire: It’s not your fault.
Eric: All I can think about is just you being in jail because of me.
Claire: No, I’m the one who… I just wanted someone else to know how happy we were. We were happy, right?
Eric: Yeah. Yeah, Claire, are you kidding me? Last year with you was… being with you… it was… it was everything. I can’t do anything without you. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t go to class. I’m… without you, I’m alone. I need you.
Claire: What we had was an escape. It wasn’t love. Look at what it’s doing to us. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s OK, but it’s not.
Eric: No.
Claire: You need to leave.
Eric: No, you can’t. Come on.
Claire: This is violating my probation. You need to go.
Eric: Claire, please.

Lisa: Starting early, huh?
Claire: Yeah, sorry, I should have asked you first. It’s just been such a while since I’ve had any wine. Can I pour you a glass?
Lisa: No, maybe later. You look surprisingly good, considering.
Claire: Thanks. I just wanted to feel like myself again.

Yvette: OK, so you just fill out one of these, do an interview, our target customer’s everyone, blah, blah, blah, and after a quick background check we’ll be good.
Claire: OK, so about the background check, there may be this small misdemeanor that comes up but…
Victoria: Claire Wilson? It really is you.
Claire: Just excuse me for one minute.
Victoria: You’re out already?
Claire: I served my time, Victoria.
Victoria: Oh come on, you got to be kidding me. OK, no, no, no. This woman cannot work here. Google her. Claire Wilson, you’ll see, she’s a sexual predator.

Claire: You do know it was consensual, right? If the roles were reversed, you would be high fiving me right now.
Nate: Are you listening to yourself? He was your student.
Claire: I know, but he pursued me. He kissed me.
Nate: And you didn’t say no.
Claire: I wish I could have been the perfect little wife and popped up a bunch of babies like I was supposed to, but I wanted… I wanted to feel free. I wanted to do what I wanted for the first time in my life. Look, I get that you and dad are cool now, but you have no idea what it was like for me in that house with him. For you guys to just show up like that…
Nate: Don’t blame your fucked up childhood, all right. Take responsibility.
Claire: How have I not? I just spent six months in jail. I’m about to have five years’ probation, and I’m immortalized as a teacher slut. Is that not enough?
Nate: So, your life was boring. Who gives a shit? People kill to live boring lives, Claire. That doesn’t give you a license to do whatever you want. Do you even realize the damage that you’ve done? How much shit I get from Lisa for having you here? You jeopardized my career, and don’t even get me started on Matt; he’s barely functioning. And that kid.

Claire: You should have told me you were bringing dad. It was a complete ambush.
Nate: I mean, he just wanted to help out his daughter. I didn’t see what was the big deal.
Claire: How long have you guys been talking?
Nate: Ever since Lisa went back full-time, he’s been helping out with the kids. It’s been nice.
Claire: Until it’s not.
Nate: Well, he’s been sober almost seven years.

Chris: You’re not gonna sit here man and fucking smoke my weed and drink my booze without telling me about banging your teacher, man.
Eric: What?
Cody: You didn’t think I wasn’t gonna tell them that a fucking legend was pledging?
Chris: Let me get this straight, you nailed a hot…
Cody: The hottest.
Chris: The fucking hottest teacher while you were her student?
Ryan: You hooked up with your teacher?
Chris: Yes, bro, like multiple times and then sent her ass to jail like a fucking savage.
Ryan: Holy shit.

Girl: No, no, I feel like an asshole. Like, I told my therapist about it, and she said we can build intimacy without even having sex, like eye contact or cuddling. You must have such a weird relationship with sex.
Eric: No, no, I don’t.
Girl: No, I mean, you’re a survivor and stuff, and I’m a feminist, and I think I should be an ally to all survivors. So, I want you to know that I’m here for you. So, whatever you need, and however you want to feel comfortable and safe, that’s what we’re gonna do, so, you’re safe with me.
Eric: Thank you, but I don’t need to go slow, though. I’m good.
Girl: OK, but I want to go slow, though.
Eric: But we already had sex.
Girl: I know, but now I want to go slow.
Eric: So, why the hell am I here?
Girl: Because you texted me.
Eric: Yeah, I texted you, ‘you up?’ That means let’s fuck, not whatever bullshit this is.

A Teacher Quotes

Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, because their words had forked no lightning, they do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Claire [reading a Dylan Thomas poem]

Matt: Tell me something about your day.
Claire: Uh, something about my day. OK, I saw some lipstick at the grocery store. I may have stolen it.
Matt: Why.
Claire: I don’t know. I just… I’ve spent so much money in that store over the years. Whatever, one lipstick, it’s not a big deal.
Matt: Claire, it’s a little weird.
Claire: Well, I’m not gonna do it again. It was dumb. Are you mad at me?
Matt: I didn’t know I was married to a delinquent.
Claire: Oh my god, I knew I shouldn’t have told you.