- [First lines]
- Jamie Winkle: [narrating] Isn't it funny how you can never remember much about summer? It's kinda just like, I don't know, a generic string of happy memories. Like that feeling when you leave on the last day of school and when your hands get sticky from ice-cream melting off the cone. Swimming with friends, sometimes with boys if you're lucky. Sleeping till 2. Borrowing the car. When nothing significant ever happens, it's very easy for the days to melt together... passing slowly like a lazy river.
- [a small conversation with Shira]
- Jamie Winkle: This was the summer I fucked up.
- [Last lines]
- Jamie Winkle: [narrating] Isn't it funny how you can *never* remember much about summer? I mean, we remember that it *happened*. Like, when your hands get sticky from ice-cream melting off the cone. Swimming with friends. Sleeping till 2. Borrowing the car. Or the feeling you get when you walk back in on the first day of school. This summer, I totally, completely and utterly fucked up. And that's okay.
- Dotty Winkle: One thing in this world that you need to know, and no one's gonna have the guts to tell ya. I wish I had been prepared for it.
- [pause]
- Dotty Winkle: Learn how to give a good blowjob.
- Ned Winkle: I gotta hand it to you. You threw a pretty flawless funeral.
- Shira Winkle: I mean, I think it went off without a hitch really, wouldn't you say?
- Ned Winkle: This is why I just totally abandoned you and let you plan it all by yourself.