Enid: God, what a dork.
Rebecca: You're just jealous.
Enid: Trust me, at this point I'm past the fact that every single guy likes you better than me.
Rebecca: Oh, face it, you just hate every single guy on the face of the earth.
Enid: That's not true. I just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious, pseudo-bohemian losers.
Ghost World, Terry Zwigoff (2001)