"Come on, Simone."

"Cleo, I just don't want to."

"Why not? Seriously, you've been to, like, a million parties."

"Yeah, but not a college one. Do you listen to what goes on there?"

"Look, Simone, are you going to be dropping your panties for any college guy?"

"If I'm drunk?"

"You don't get buzzed like other people. You retain some reasoning ability."

"That statement belongs with 'getting stoned makes you good at physics-'"

"You could be the designated driver. Keep all your sense. Or what sense you have."

"Ha ha."

"Or invite Zach! He'll keep you from getting raped. Or whatever you're scared of."

"I'm not scared, Cleo-"

"So why won't you come?"

"Are Ivy and Henry and James coming?"

"Henry is."

"Figures. Jock."

"So you'll pick us up at, what, seven?"

"Cleo-"

"Great! Oh, and can I sleep over afterwards? That is, if I don't have to endure your mother's sniff test?"

"I thought Jules didn't make you wake her up when you came home?"

"You really thought that after she burst in on me and DariASS, she doesn't stay awake 'til I'm home? I'm still under somewhat of house arrest here."

"And yet you still manage to get to college parties."

"Yeah, pretty much. So I'll see you at seven? Great. Toodles!"

"Good-bye, Cleo."