I look at my high school yearbook, and I don't see four fabulous years. Actually, what I'm...

Jim Dodge: I look at my high school yearbook, and I don't see four fabulous years. Actually, what I'm reminded of, is what it feels like to have my underwear yanked up my ass by some big football player with arms like telephone poles. Josie: Okay, and where are those guys now? Jim Dodge: [self-effacing] I know they're not working nights at Target, I can tell you that. [aiming a playful slap at her shoulder] Josie: [laughs] Yeah, you know, I look at my yearbook, and I see four fabulous years... that are gonna be the highlight of my life. Jim Dodge: [into himself:] Here's what it's like. First, you feel a hand going down the back of your pants, and tighten around the elastic waistband, and then... Josie: [into herself:] Highlight. Jim Dodge: Sometimes I'd actually see stars. Josie: [muttering to herself:] It's not gonna get any better. Jim Dodge: [continuing] And if I was particularly unlucky, my shorts would, like, rip completely free, and I would get this really drastic fabric... Josie: [bothered] Do you hear me? Jim Dodge: Yeah. Josie: I don't really care about a graphic description of a childhood prank. Jim Dodge: Hey, that prank was a motif in my life. Josie: You know, I'm... locked... in this store here... because I didn't have the guts to steal a skirt so that I could get arrested and embarrass my father in this... this stupid, desperate, childish, pathetic attempt to leave home. [scoffs] Josie: You have your underwear yanked up your ass. I have my entire life yanked up my ass! [scoffing at herself]