Preppy Guy:
I need a drink too. I'll get you a drink too.
Ellie:
Honestly what if I enjoy the drink. What happens then?
Preppy Guy:
I'd love to hear what you think happens then.
Ellie:
I'll tell you what happens then we go play beer pong with your two roommates until I end up back at yours in Murray hill.
Preppy Guy:
Yeah, that's right how'd you know that.
Ellie:
Yeah then I have to listen to your roommate have sex with Hilary, or Emily or whatever the girl's name is, until we fall asleep. And then a year later we're still playing beer pong in the same bars with your friends except now you feel pressured to get married and have kids because you think that's what I want.
Jason:
Then in the summers you drive up to the Hampton to meet his parents wondering the whole ride if they're going to think your pretty enough.
Ellie:
Smart.
Jason:
Wondering the whole ride if they're going to think you're smart enough.
Ellie:
Because no one is and then we have to drink shitty chardonnay.
Jason:
At a shitty garden party.
Ellie:
And have shitty conversations.
Jason:
About shitty people.
Ellie:
With his shitty mother.
Jason:
Who let's face it doesn't think you're smart enough.
Ellie:
Pretty.
Jason:
Let's face it, doesn't think you're pretty enough.
Ellie:
Because no one is.
Jason:
No one ever will be.
Preppy Guy:
What's all that shit, I'm just talking about a drink.
Jason:
Yeah, but it wasn't just a drink though, was it.
Ellie:
It was a marriage proposal.
Preppy Guy:
Woah marriage , nah. It was a vodka soda. Alright fuck you guys then.
[preppy guy walks away]
Jason:
Drink?
Ellie:
Yep.
