Adam: Emmy, I've been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I don't love you.
Emmy: You mean it?
Adam: Look. Sometimes, you meet a girl and you just know that she's the one. When you act like a wuss, she's the one that punches you hard. When you find a dead mouse, she's the one that helps you hide it under Barry's pillow. When you put too much confidence in a fart, she's the one that helps you bury your underpants in the woods behind the school. She's your friend. And you never, ever want to kiss her.
Emmy: Want to go get some worms?