
Casey: Rus, we have a good thing going here. A year ago, if someone had asked me what your favorite color is, I probably would have assumed you were color blind, given the way you dress, now I know that it’s brown.
Rusty: Actually, it’s green.
Casey: My point is, let’s cherish and protect our new relationship, not muck it up with something like sharing things.
Rusty: Two hours, that’s all I need.
Casey: Rusty, two hours was all you needed for your drivers test. It took four produce men, and five quarters to get my car off that horse. I had to take the school bus for a week … Your sketchy history spans decades. What about my Cabbage Patch Drink and Wet Newborn?
Rusty: What, you’re stupid doll that could pee?
Casey: You filled her with cranberry juice. That doesn’t look like pee!
Rusty: I was six years old, Casey! I was six!
Casey: Or the time that you erased my online NSYNC diary?
Rusty: I was twelve! I’m eighteen now.
Casey: Oh my God. Six, twelve, eighteen. 666. This explains everything!
Rusty: Stop treating me a kid. Or Damien. I’m a grown up. When are you gonna see that?
Casey: Rusty. I see you just as you are. As my little brother, who’s not borrowing my car.









