Rose: Amy, you haven't moved for over two hours. Are you sick, sweetheart?
Amy: No, I'm stupid. I had the thing, mom. I had the thing that everybody wants and I threw it away. And now Ephram has become Stephram and you can't just walk up to Stephram and be like, Hi, I'm in love with you again. Especially 'cause she's buying him jackets.
Amy: She's worked back from the inside. She has home-court advantage. I thought I could work the old-school angle, but now I'm realizing that I have no angle. All I have is how I feel and I can't even describe how I feel because it's just, it's so...
Amy: Yes, exactly.
Rose: You love Ephram.
Amy: Mom, yes. Keep up.
Rose: But why aren't your feelings enough, sweetheart? Considering the history you two have, it could maybe amount to more than a jacket. And if you could express your feelings to Ephram in a slightly less anxiety provoking way than you just expressed them to me, well...
Amy: It won't be enough. Saying the words doesn't even come close to how I feel about him. And besides that, this is Ephram. Grand gesture Ephram. He had his dad perform surgery on my boyfriend while he was in love with me. He wrote my Princeton essay for me. Our first time together.
Rose: I get it. Say no more.
Amy: I just think if I can find a way to show him just how much I love him, that I remember everything and I'm not gonna forget.
Rose: Then you will. You will.