i'm not your star

Clara: It's like you're reading my mind. An impressive feat considering, really.

Clara: So this is a yes? No going back.

Clara: Are you?

Clara: You'll love it. I swear.

Jake: A little. We can get baked first.

Clara: Amsterdam

Clara: Make it a month and we'll call it a deal.

Clara: Why don't we go with the intention to stay, say...a week. And then we'll...extend accordingly? That way, if you're not enjoying the fuck out of yourself - which you will be - you're not stuck. But if you do love it - and you will - we can prolong it?

Clara: I don't like too much commitment.

Clara: Then buy it yourself.

Clara: Jake, as wonderful as you are, Deering is putting a serious dent in that malleable little heart of yours. I just think that maybe you could use some time away, and I'd really like for that time to be spent with me. Levi, too, of course. But mostly me.

Clara: I could take you to my favorite place. Weed's legal and everything.

Clara: Okay. Do that. Very responsible. I can't really say no to that, can I?

Clara: I'll just buy your ticket, then.

Clara: You're just no fun.

Clara: Will you say yes if I cry again?

Clara: I couldn't agree more. New York wasn't any help, so I think I owe him a happy trip too. You seriously don't have to pay for anything - trust me. Jake will be well taken ca-

Clara (smiling, listening to them argue): It was nice talking to you too, Jenna. Send him my way.

Clara (nodding, looking vaguely skeptic): You're one strange foster mom, Jenna, but you already know that... Does it matter where this trip takes place? I kind of have something planned for my cousin and I coming up, and I think Jake would really be into it.

Jenna: Well he... deserves it. Something. After... the past eighteen years of his life and all. And with Nina... I just think he should be enjoying his life a little more. See the world. And wherever you're going is fine – I'll pay for his ticket and – Jake that's so rude, I'm on the phone.

Jake (in the background): Jenna, give it back–

Clara: We just don't have the right medicine yet, then. You're smart. Go to medical school and cure me, brainiac. Horatio wants a bellyrub and clean litter. Not exactly high maintenance.

Clara: Yeah, go have fun in ther-

Clara: Plotting? For what?

Clara: I do? Are they even allowed to give me shit after everything? I mean, rehab and the hospital? I feel like this could either go very well or very, very poorly.

Clara: I'm a cat person, and we already have Horatio.

Clara: Just for a little, if you don't mind?

Jake: Clara, medicine isn't magic. And if it's not working for you then you can tell them that you'd rather live on a lower dose or different kind and enjoy your life than hate it. That's what Horatio would want anyway.

Jake: Well, I was mostly joking, but I also have to go to the bathroom, so this works for me. Here–

Clara: Besides pretend that this never happened and go about my merry way? Not much, I guess. This really wasn't what I was expecting when I started looking for answers.

Clara: Wait, you /don't/ want a badass zombie girlfriend? I could eat people's brains. I'd probably starve in this town, but it would still be a neat party trick.

Clara (climbing off of the floor and into bed): Is that Jenna?

Jake: I think I'd prefer a girlfriend who went from throwing plates at my head to talking about adopting a puppy together than one who couldn't function like a human, so let's avoid zombification. You get a say in what they give you, you know that right?

Clara: Manageable...

Clara (after a moment): But not curable.

Clara (laughing under her breath): Well shit, normal life my ass. Why would I ever be that boring?

Clara: I don't want to be some drugged-up zombie. I did that once, and it was not as enjoyable as you would think it would be.

Jake: Not curable. But manageable. And that's something.

Clara: Manic depressive-ly so.

Clara: Does this make me crazy? Because they sent Blake to an asylum once, and I don't think I would survive something like that.

Clara (shifting, pressing the heels of her feet against the floor): I bought a bunch of books on it, but I haven't brought myself to open them yet - willful ignorance at its best. They all look so clinical, like I'm temporarily sick.

Clara: How much do you know about bipolar disorder?

Jake: A little. It can make people reckless and they're more likely to be addicts. That the lows are low and the highs are... well.