Michelle: What about Orla?
Erin: Orla is...
Orla: I love my wee fingers.
Erin: Orla's mental. Come on, Michelle. I'm begging you. It's my big chance with David. I'd do it for you.
Michelle: Fine. But we both know you're just gonna sit in the corner like a frigid fuck.
Erin: I'm not frigid.
Orla: You've never even kissed a boy before. You practise on your pillow sometimes, but you don't think that's the same.
Erin: The reading of the diary was bad enough. I could do without the quoting it from memory.