~*~ Crossroads ~*~

Lucy: When we were ten growing up in Georgia Mimi, Kit, and I knew exactly what we wanted out of life. So we put our dreams in a box and we buried it. We made a pact to dig it up at Midnight. The day of our high school graduation.

Young Mimi: Let's be friends forever.
Young Lucy: We will.

Lucy: Now I don't even remember what our wishes were, except for one. We wished that we'd be best friends forever. Well, that wish didn't come true.

Mr. Wagner: Did you practice your speech?
Lucy: I almost have it.
Mr. Wagner: Lucy, how's it gonna look if the valedicatorian messes up her speech?

Lucy: Pop, I worked really hard to be the valedictorian.
Mr. Wagner: Course you did.
Lucy: Well, why didn't it feel like anything?
Mr. Wagner: What do you mean, you didn't feel anything? It felt great!
Lucy: Pop, I never went to one football game.
Mr. Wagner: Well, you don't like football.
Lucy: But you're supposed to go and it's supposed to be fun.

Henry: Why are you stopping?
Lucy: Henry this isn't how I hoped it would be.
Henry: That's weird, because this is exactly how I hoped it would be or pretty accurate.

Lucy: Can I hear the list again.
Henry: Lucy come on.
Lucy: Please, please, just one more time.
Henry: Okay.
Lucy: Thanks.
Henry: Reason number 1: We've been lab partners for three years so we really trust one another.
Lucy: That's really important, okay.
Henry: Trust is very important. Reason number 2: We are both 18 and have never done it. Very important.
Lucy: Okay.
Henry: Reason number 3: We both want to do it. Reason number 4 -

Kit: My bridal barbie. She was my wish.
Lucy: Looks like you're getting your wish.

Lucy: What did you wish for?
Kit: A keychain?
Mimi: No, the world.

Ben about Nsync on the radio: I can't listen to this.

Lucy: How much money do we have?

Kit about the Alabama star motel room: I'm not sleeping here.

Ben: Mimi didn't think you'd come on the trip.
Lucy: Neither did I.
Ben: Sorry you did.
Lucy: Not so far.

Kit about Ben: I just can't believe he was in jail.
Lucy: What?

Lucy: I'm on a road trip with a killer and you're telling me not to be upset.

Kit: Where the hell am I?
Lucy: Louisiana.
Kit: Stuck in some butthole town in Louisiana.

Lucy to the other two: We don't belong together.

Kit: You're leaving.
Lucy: This trip is over.

Kit: If we want to put on a show, we have to be sexy.
Mimi: Now you're talking.

Kit: *to Mimi at the karoke bar* Are you ok?
Mimi: No.

Mimi: Damn is this living or what?
Kit: There's a mini bar.
Mimi: Dude, you can swim in this bathtub.

Kit: Reaching my goal weight. Third year at fat camp, the summer before 8th grade.
Mimi: Wait, that camp you went to every summer was a fat camp?
Kit: Yes, and I loved it. For two months, my mama wasn't around to pick on me for being fat. Being fat is just unacceptable to her.
Lucy: Ok. The worst thing that ever happend to you?
Kit: That's even easier. Reaching my goal weight.
Lucy: You just said...
Kit: It turns out that being prettier than my mama is even more unacceptable.

Lucy: One morning I woke up and she was gone. Pop really wouldn't say anything about it. I thought she was coming back and pop told me she wasn't. They fought all the time. You know, I think she just got fed up and took off without even thinking and after a while, it was just too late to come back. I know she wants to see me. She's just scared, that's all.

Kit: So you never partied?
Mimi: Once. Um...over christmas. There was one of those parties at Hemmings field and this was drinking this beer. I remember it was in a blue bottle, and I was real mad at Jurt because he blew me off again to hang out with his friends. So I had a few beers. I had more than a few. This guy, you know, he seemed - he seemed real nice, cause when I couldn't walk, he offered to drive me home.

Lucy: Why did we stop being friends?
Mimi: I don't know. People drift apart.
Kit: Well, promise me. We won't drift apart again.

Lucy: Why do I have to get his keys?
Mimi: Because Kit and I voted and you lost.

Lucy: You failed driver's ed, didn't you?
Mimi: Maybe.

Lucy: Ben, were you really in jail?
Ben: Yeah. I was.
Lucy: So you really killed a guy?
Ben: What? Who said I killed a guy?
Mimi: Everybody back home.
Ben: Oh man. No, I didn't kill a guy.
Lucy: What did you do then?
Ben: I was in college and I get this call from my stepsister. She wanted me to come home and get her cause my stepdad is beating her up really bad. My mom can't stop him, so... yeah I drive home in the middle of the night and she throws her things out the window and climbs out and then I drive her back to school in Ohio with me.
Lucy: And you went to jail for that?
Ben: You see that's the thing. There's this law against driving a child that's not a relative across state lines and my stepdad, of course, pressed charges. But, you know, it's ok. I only got six months, and then I had to stay in Ohio for a year's probation and my sister got to go live with her mom. You all really thought I killed a guy?
Lucy: Yeah.
Ben: What in the hell were you thinking getting into a car with a homicidal maniac?

Lucy's mom: Can I ask you why you're here?
Lucy: I wanted to see you.
Lucy's mom: And why is that Lucy?

Ben: What happened?
Lucy: She said that she never wanted me. She said that my father made her have me and that I was just a mistake.

Kit: You two know each other?
Dylan: Yeah from school, right Mimi?
Mimi: Right.
Dylan: Yeah.
Kit: *realizing that the Mimi's baby is Dylans because of the blue beer bottle* It was dylan, wasn't it? It was you. You were the guy at christmas. Wasn't it? It was him?

Mimi: They said I lost the baby. Lost it. Like it was my keys or something.

Ben: What are you doing?
Lucy: Packing.

Mimi: *about the audition* Kit and I voted and you lost, so you've got to go.

Lucy: *about her mom* Pop, I don't want to be like her.

Lucy: Don't make me do what she did. Don't make me run. Just... let me go, ok?

Lucy: This time, we didn't make any wishes for the future, we said goodbye to our past. Now, none of us has any idea where life's gonna take us. Cause, what we have is now and right now, we have each other.

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