Violet: We can?
Ethan: If you stop undressing me with your eyes.
Violet: Stop wearing tight t-shirts and jeans and we'll talk. And eyeliner—don't even think about wearing eyeliner.
Ethan: You described my stage getup.
Violet: Did I?
Ethan: You know you did.
Violet: I described your old stage getup. How should I know what you wear now? A lot of other things have changed. You could have grown out of eyeliner.
Ethan: Grown out of it?
Violet: Yeah.
Ethan: Cause it's for kids or some shit?
Violet: That's not what I meant.
Ethan: You always jumped me when I was wearing eyeliner.
Violet: Maybe.
Ethan: You really think you can sell this story about how it's something I'd grow out of?
Violet: I looked hot when I wore a hot pink bra under my seethrough top. It was still a phase I grew out of.
Ethan: Sorry I missed that.
Violet: I was 15, you perv!
Ethan: We're the same age.
Violet: Technicalities.
Ethan: You think I look hot in eyeliner.
Violet: Maybe.
Ethan: You afraid to admit it?
Violet: Okay, you look hot in eyeliner. You look hot in everything, Ethan. You're a very attractive man.
Ethan: Why does that sound like an accusation?
Violet: Maybe I wish I could pull off that just-rolled-out-of-bed hairstyle.
Ethan: You always looked good when you rolled out of my bed.
Violet: With all of last night's makeup perfectly in place?
Ethan: I preferred when I got you sweaty enough your makeup smudged.
Violet: Are you flirting with me?
Ethan: Maybe.