Rebecca: Sam, I'm ready for our date. Susan!
Sam: Uh, Rebecca, I can explain this. Wait, just- Ow. My finger's caught in your bra. Listen-
Rebecca: You don't owe me an explanation. It's Susan. It's always been Susan. My entire life, it has been Susan.
Susan: I'm glad you saw us. You deserve to be hurt.
Rebecca: Oh, no, sister.
Sam: Come on.
Rebecca: I don't hurt anymore; I am way beyond hurt.
Sam: Don't be silly, now, girls, please, please.
Rebecca: And now it is Susan Howe's turn to hurt. [Susan gasps]
Sam: Hey, that's a gun.
Rebecca: It ain't licorice.