“Josh isn’t in love with me and I’m not in love with him.” “Sell it to someone who’s buying, Sunshine. Have you seen the way he looks at you?” I’ve seen the way he looks at me, but I don’t know what it means. “Like you’re a seventeenth-century, hand-carved table in mint condition.” “So he looks at me like I’m furniture.” “Exactly. See? You know what I’m talking about.
