SCOTT: Well, she's pretty. Ugh, no. Okay. (He strums some more.) She always knows where she's goin'. She always knows where she's been. 'Cause she's pretty. Aaaahh. Just put it down. (He puts down his guitar and moves to the couch. He is horrified by what he's done.)
ANN: Don't go outside today, everyone is horrible. Why don't you write a song about me and how pretty I am? Hey can I paint your nails?
SCOTT: Baby you can do anything you want.