We're all gonna get it. We're all gonna get sick. Jeff's in the woods getting drunk.
*places his hand on this leg*
Bert's gonna get help. Karen will be fine. I promise.
*gently shakes her head*
It's like being on a plane when you know it's gonna crash. Everyone around you is screaming, yelling, "We're going down! We're going down!" And all you really wanna do is grab the person next to you and fuck the shit out of them, because you know you're gonna be dead soon, anyway.
*turns to Paul, gives him a serious look*
— The discussion that led to their sexual encounter
*they are having sex*
You don't use condoms?
Don't worry. I'm healthy.
— Marcy discourages Paul from using a condom, which leads to her passing the disease to him.
Jesus, Paul, you really did a number on my back!
I'm gonna get Jeff and the we're walking out of here.
But what about Bert?
I can't wait for him I have to get out of here.
But, Paul, what about Karen? Paul?.
*realizes he is already gone. sighs*
— Paul runs out on Marcy the next time they see each other after sleeping together