Laynie: St. Margaret's is actually an all girls school. And I'm not a lesbian...yet
Amy: What is it you like about him?
Laynie: He's that guy that you would want to hang out with even if you werent dating him. And he's cute in that way that is sorta like...you know in the movies that guy you want the girl to end up with that everybody pretends isnt cute but really is.
Amy: Maybe (love is) like math. Problems get easier with the occasional variable that screws everything up.
Ephram: Man I hope not I suck at math.
Amy: Ephram? what are you doing here?
Laynie: I found him after school at the post office hanging around the outbound mail box. I think someone was trying to return him.
Ephram: I wish
Amy: Laynie's cool isnt she?
Ephram: Huh?
Amy: Laynie. The two of you looked like you were getting along the other day. Thats...thats so great.
Ephram: Well I am glad you approve, Why are you so interested in me and Laynie anyways?
Amy: I dont know, she's my friend...your my friend
Ephram: Well we did recieve mail together. To which I went back to her place where I believe we shared a beverage or two. At which point I obviously felt it was time to ask for her hand in marriage.