“That's nice! You have called me Eponine!”
“Yeah, that's right. You're stuck with me now, and I don't have a nice rack for you to snuggle up to.”
“That's called terror. Its confusion and a little paranoia and a nice big dose of panic.”
“Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny. That's me: I'm not that.”
“Up next is Noelle.'Hey, girl!''Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.”
“I'm not exactly sure what I'd do, you know, but something interesting - something that's all mine. Something that would make some kind of difference in the world. It'd be nice to have a new name, to start with, one that's not all worn out from being called so much.”