Sebastain: We're destroying an innocent girl, you do know that?

Cecile: This sure doesn't taste like an iced tea.
Sebastian: It's from Long Island.

Kathryn: I'm the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side and sometimes I want to kill myself for it. So there's your psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud. Now are you in or are you out?

Sebastian: You could be a model. It's too bad you're not sexy.

Kathryn: My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.

Mrs. Sugarman: Oh, did I ever tell you the time, when my late husband sent me...
Sebastian: Yes, you already did, Mrs. Sugarman.
Mrs. Sugarman: Oh, I did?
Sebastian: Right after we played backgammon, Mrs. Sugarman.
Mrs. Sugarman: Oh! We played backgammon?
Sebastian: Uh huh. You beat me three times.
Mrs. Sugarman: I did?
Sebastian: Yup. Then I fucked your daughter.
Mrs. Sugarman: Excuse me?
Sebastian: I said, would you care for some water?
Mrs. Sugarman: No, thank you.

Kathryn: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Kathryn: Oh gee your journal. Could you be so queer?
Sebastain: Could you be so desparate to read it?

Kathryn: Cause I'm the only person you can't have, and it's killing you.

Aunt Helen: Sebastain.
Sebastain: (under his breath) Oh fu-- me. (cheerful) Aunt Helen.

Kathryn: Now close your eyes and wet your lips.
Cecile: Are you for real?

Sebastain: Email is for nerds and pedifiles.

Annette: It's ok. You can laugh. I won't tell anybody.

Annette: You wanna know why?
Sebastain: Yes, I wanna know why?
Annette: Cause, I don't trust myself with you.

Annette: I'm impressed.
Sebastain: Well, I'm in love.

Kathryn: You and I are two of a kind. Only I am the only one to admit it.

Sebastain: I didn’t know it was asshole day at the Velmont house.

Kathryn: Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way.

Sebastain: Most people are sheep.

Annette: A moment of honesty.

Kathryn: What’s up your ass?
Sebastain: Nothing.

Kathryn: Do you mind if I take my new car for a ride?
Sebastain: Kathryn the only thing you’re going to be riding is me.

Sebastain’s letter: Dear Annette, I don’t know what I can possibly say to reterfy the harm I caused you. Truth of the matter is, being with you is the only time I’ve been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I pride in myself on taking joy on others misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeeded in hurting the first person I’ve loved. Enclose is my prized possession: my journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. Sort of collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth, then please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I’m a wreck without you.

Sebastain: Who is our friend who gives you such pleasure?

Kathryn: You don't get to have all the fun.

Sebastain: Come on Kathryn, it's just a bet.

Kathryn: Quite the perdicument you're in.

Annette: Do you think we can be quiet?

Sebastain: You know nothing! You don't even know me!

Sebastain: You're right. You do get dumped for the innocent little twits.

Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph wasn't over her. It was over you.

Kathryn: You're just a toy Sebastain.

Sebastain: I love you Annette.
Annette: I love you too.

Kathryn: However, dark the cloud, there's always a silver lining. It might be hard to see , but what we should learn from this experience is to be true to ourselves and to resist the temptations of peer pressure. As student body president, I've tried to set an example in myself. Unfortunately, the one person I could not reach out to in time was my stepbrother Sebastain. I know he's looking down at us today and...um... I know he's looking down at us today and he'd want me to say... he'd want me to say, Kathr... he'd want me to say Kathryn, I'm sorry. What is going on? Don't you people have any respect?

Marci: Would you cut the psychobabble bullshit, Mom? There's pictures of me on the Internet.
Dr. Greenbaum: What kind of pictures?
Marci: Nudie pictures! What do you think?
Dr. Greenbaum: JESUS! How could you be so stupid?

Sebastian: That's a 1956 Jaguar Roadster. What makes you think I'll go for that bet?
Kathryn: Because I'm the only girl you can't have and it kills you.
Sebastian: No thanks.
Kathryn: You can put it anywhere.
Sebastian: You got yourself a deal baby.

Kathryn: F**k her yet?
Sebastian: Working on it.
Kathryn: Loser.
Sebastian: Blow me.
Kathryn: Call me later?

Kathryn: If I win, then that hot little car of your's is mine.
Sebastian: And if I win?
Kathryn: I'll give you something you've been obsessing about ever since our parents got married.
Sebastian: Could you be a little more specific?
Kathryn: In English I'll f**k your brains out.

Clarissa: What's her problem?
Sebastian: Looks like somebody is in need of theropy.
Clarissa: (fake laugh)
Sebastian: So what's your name?
Clarissa: Clarissa.
Sebastian: Clarissa. God your beautiful.
Clarissa: Thank you.
Sebastian: I'm going to take you to lunch.
Clarissa: Ok.

Mrs. Caldwell: Kathryn is one of the most popular girls in school. Listen to whatever she had to say and you'll go far. How do you do it? Where do you get you're strength?
Kathryn: I know this might sound corny, but whenever I feel a tempation of peer pressure I turn to God and he helps me through the problem.

Sebastian: How are things down under? Blossoming I hope.

Sebastian: Aunt Helen why don't you go and whip us up some of that ice tea of yours. (wink) I'll...attend to Annette.

Kathryn: My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.
Cecile: But that would make me a slut, wouldn't it?
Kathryn: Cecile, everybody does it; it's just that nobody talks about it.
Cecile: So, it's like a secret society?
Kathryn: That's one way looking at it.