High Art

Lucy:
I want to get high with you.

Syd:
This is intense..

Lucy:
Is it?

Syd:
I'm not usually like this

Lucy:
Like what?

Syd:
Nervous.

Lucy:
They wanted me to examine my life. I mean, this is it. It's about you right now. I'm thinking about you.

Syd:
That is... a really f***ed up thing to say to me.

Greta:
I'm Greta. I live for Lucy... I mean, I live here, with Lucy.

Lucy:
I haven't been deconstructed in a long time.

Syd:
Yeah, I bet you hate that.

Lucy:
I don't hate it at all.

Lucy:
Can I take pictures of you?

Syd:
Right now? No... I feel like sh*t right now, I'm kinda wrecked.

Lucy:
You look really sexy, actually.

Greta:
I don't know. Maybe I will just go to China. I like China. We had fabulous... Opium there.

Syd:
I did a line of heroin. I don't think I'm used to it...

Lucy:
You need some *help*, G.

Greta:
Look at yourself, Lucy.

Lucy:
I'm kinda hot. That's kinda serious.

Lucy:
I don't know. It's not really a problem. It's more of an issue.

Lucy:
Both. I have a love issue, and a drug problem. Or maybe I have a love problem, and a drug issue. I don't know.

Lucy:
Where do you think I've been all week?

Greta:
With the teenager.