- Liza: What is this? Ezra?
- Ezra: I'm just kinda trying to keep in touch with people that I love. First, how are you?
- Liza: I haven't seen him since his bar mitzvah.
- Ezra: I love you. And number two, there's this fucking party and it's kinda like the last like hurrah.
- Young Liza: Is he shirtless?
- Liza: Yes.
- Young Liza: He's kinda hot.
- Liza: He's your cousin.
- Young Liza: I know, but.
- Ezra: Or whatever you call it. And so, I was wondering if you could buy me some alcohol.
- Young Liza: What is your type?
- Liza: Oh, you know, anyone who will give me a modicum of attention paired with a promise of rejection. A little seductive, a little sociopathic. You know, someone who could potentially love me but also prove to me that ultimately I'm unworthy of love.
- Young Liza: You should grow up.
- Liza: You should grow up.
- Young Liza: That's what I've been trying to do.
- Young Liza: When have I ever steered you wrong?
- Liza: I don't know. I've never really let you steer before.