Noah (shamelessly stealing from wise former cheerleader and airhead Claire): Maybe you have to remember who you were to figure out who you want to be...
Tracy: ...I've gotta go. Thanks for the advice though.
Noah: Any time.
(Tracy leaves.)
Noah's brain: Damn it! I thought for sure that would get me laid. DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!
Tracy: ...I've gotta go. Thanks for the advice though.
Noah: Any time.
(Tracy leaves.)
Noah's brain: Damn it! I thought for sure that would get me laid. DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT!