(Lily and friends are at a restaurant, the waiter is holding Lily's driver's license) Waiter: I'm sorry, this license is expired.
Lily: It still proves I'm twenty-three.
Waiter: You look sixteen.
Lily: I KNOW. Okay, I'll have ginger ale.
Bridget: You don't have your current ID, Lily?
Lily: I haven't gotten around to renewing it.
Bridget: It expires in May, right? It's been like... five months.
Lily: So Paula, how was your date last week?
Paula: UGH. He spent the whole night trying to sell me birth control.
Lily: WHAT?
Bridget: I think I've HEARD about that guy.