Rayanne: "You wanna have sex with him."
Rayanne: "Who? Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I'm not gonna tell anyone, just admit it."
Angela: "I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both."
"Love is when you look into someone's eyes and suddenly you go all the way inside, to their soul, and you both know instantly. I always imagined I'd fall in love nursing a blind soldier who was wounded in battle. Or maybe while rescuing someone in the middle of a blizzard, seconds before the avalanche hits. I thought at least by the age of 15 I'd have a love life, but I don't even have a like life!"
"I couldn't stop thinking about it — the like, fact of it. That people had sex. That they just had it. That sex was this thing people had. Like a rash, or a Rottweiler. Everything started to seem, like, pornographic or something. Like, Miss Krzyzanowski had sex. So does Mr. Katimski. They both have sex. They could have sex together, like right now. I am, like, the sickest person."
"I loved Jordan Catalano so much, and talked about him so much, and thought about him so much, it was like he lived inside me. Like he had taken possession of my soul, or something. And then one day . . . I got over him!"
Angela: "I mean, I think about it [sex] . . . all the time, but . . . "
Brian: "Wait, you think about it all the time?"
Angela: "Brian! Yes! Shut up . . . guys don't have a monopoly on thinking about it."
Brian: "They don't?"
Angela: "You know, you are sick and demented. You skew everything in terms of sex."
Brian: "Not everything!"
"They weren't the kind of kisses you could actually evaluate. They were more like . . . introductory kisses."
"There's this dividing line between girls who have had sex, and girls who haven't. And all of a sudden you realize you're looking at each other across it."
"When I was 12, my mother gave me my sex talk. I'm not sure either of us has fully recovered."