Kyle looked at her with a palpable sense of disappointment and a lack of comprehension. "What's your deal with narcissistic dorks with ridiculously expensive cars, anyway? ... Don't answer. It's obvious … and really gross. You know that they buy expensive cars to try make up for being emotional cripples, right, to try to appeal to women with fancy toys because they don’t have any character? Not much screams ‘malignantly narcissistic dork’ more than that? You don't seem to grasp what it says about them, which is crazy, since you should … given what you already got away from. You should see that red flag a few thousand miles away, but you’re surrounded by them—trust fund brats with toys and without anymore than superficial consciences, mostly an act. They’re all the same fucking guy—spoiled, dickless, and emotionally sadistic in private, if not publicly. Maybe one day you'll figure out that they look at you the same way they look at buying a car, a much cheaper car, only difference being that the cheaper car can have some self-respect and say ‘no.’ But you were never very big on that, huh? Only reason you every brought it up and pretended to not understand why they would was to do the same thing as them and try to make yourself look cool by showing off how loaded your ‘friends’ are. You know what that says about you, right? It’s not flattering. And you have the nerve to call others materialistic."