When Davis snarled, "You wanna be punched out?" and pushed the camera away from his face, the 20-something staffer squealed so girlishly that his boss's handlers actually shipped him to Florida to hide for the remainder of the campaign.
Ignoring Bobby's protests that he hadn't chosen damnation ("Why would I choose to have my whole family hate me?"), Mary taped scraps of healing scripture to his bathroom mirror, beseeched God to forgive Bobby for standing with one hand perched girlishly on his hip, and piously shred his self-esteem until he was writing in his diary, "I want to take a fuckin' ice pick to my face and stab it 'til there's nothing left."
 Juliet just wasn't quite up to the job; she affected quick, very small steps to suggest youth, looking merely nervy rather than imaginatively excited, and played the great set-pieces as if girlishly embarrassed by them.