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Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him.
Angela: Who?
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.

Rickie: If you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other person to say, like, right before.
Rayanne: 'This won't take long.'
Rickie: No, seriously.
Rayanne: 'Do I know you?'
Rickie: No, like, for real. Like, romantic.
Angela: 'You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you.'
Rayanne: 'It hurts to look at you?'
Rickie: How'd you think of that?
Rayanne: Where would it hurt?

"See, it's this diary of her life. These Nazis were gonna kill her, so whatever she'd been like with her friends or her teachers -- that was over. She was hiding. But in this other way she wasn't. She, like, stopped hiding. She was free.
-- Angela, to the cop