" You think far too much.”
“Excuse me? You don’t know me.”
“I can see the wheels turning, babe. You’re analyzing everything I say, filtering yourself. I can tell by your answers to my questions. You’re so guarded.”
“I--”
“Sorry, not guarded. I meant: uptight. You’re uptight. You need to get laid.”
“How dare you? How do you even know that I haven’t--?”
“Oh, trust me, I know. It’s blatantly obvious. You’re wound so tight. "

― Franca Storm , Comfort Zone