[trying to examine the room for clues how her other self managed not to ruin things the way she always seems to, before looking down at Mr. Miyagi--and by proxy--Roxanne]

It's not...it wasn't about you. You're a great pick--shit, I obviously thought so.

I was angry because she was doing what I did in a shittier, stupider way. And you should have better people hitting on you. And you should love better people than that.

[the last part obviously is not referring to Norah but let's ignore that for the moment]