Hannah: Will you take off your shirt... fuck! Seriously? It's like you're Photoshopped!
Hannah: [after kissing him passionately] Do you remember me?
Jacob: [fazed by the kiss] Yeah.
Hannah: Do you still find me attractive?
Jacob: Yes.
Hannah: Do you still want to take me home?
Jacob: Yeah.
Hannah: Let's go.
Cal: [Jacob is standing naked in the men's locker room, legs spread apart] Cal: Would you put on some clothes please?
Jacob: Jacob: Oh, I'm sorry. Is this bothering you?
Cal: Cal
[annoyed]
Cal: No! It's not!
Jacob: Jacob: Cal, my schwantz is in your face for twenty minutes. If
it's not bothering you, we've got a bigger problem.
Cal: Cal: Okay. It bothers me.
Jacob: Jacob: I don't care.
Hannah: Take off your shirt.
Jacob: Why?
Hannah: Please can you take off your shirt, 'cause I can't stop thinking, and then you just...
Jacob: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Hannah: Alright, okay, okay, okay.
Jacob: [removing his shirt] Okay, okay, okay.
Hannah: Fuck! Seriously? It's like you're Photoshopped. Can I...?
[walks forward and touches Jacob's abs]
Jacob: Ahh! You have cold hands. Now you take off your dress.
Hannah: No.
Jacob: Yes.
Hannah: No way. Not with all of that going on. No, thank you. Is there dim lighting
somewhere?
Robbie: You wanna talk about The Scarlet Letter, Ms. Tafferty? All right. Well, the A they're both wearing - I think it stands for "asshole." Wanna know why? Because they fell in love and love is for stupid assholes. And this book is just about a bunch of assholes who fell in love, like assholes, then had to die, like assholes. I'm sorry about all the "assholes."
Jacob: I don't know whether to help you or euthanize you.