“[Christina:] Yeah, me social and bubbly, that’s an image.”

“That’s my darling little doggie. Bubbles by name, bubbles for brains. You’ve got to love him.”

“The spectacle is not a collection of images, but a social relation among people, mediated by images.”

“I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do — to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like.”

“Moths? You're afraid of MOTHS?" Will asked incredulously. "Yeah, so what? They're all papery and their wings are all gross! They're just..Uckkk!" Christina defended with a shudder. "Terrifying," Will agreed with mock seriousness."That's my girl, tough as cotton balls!""Oh shut up!" Christina shrieked, slapping Will on the arm.”

“Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart.”