Dr. Crumble: Suzanna, four days ago, you chased a bottle of asprin with a bottle of vodka.
Suzanna: I had a headache.

Janet: I want my fucking clothes!
Valerie: Then you'll have to eat something.

Valerie: Yes means yes Georgina.
Georgina: I know.

Lisa: Some advice, ok, don't point your fucking finger at crazy people.

Lisa: You shared a man with that woman?

Suzanna: What the fuck are you doing Lisa?
Lisa: I'm playing the villian baby.

Susanna: Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa, 'cause I have a chance... and a life.
Lisa: You call this a life? Taking daddy's money! Buying all your dollies and your knick-knacks! Fattening up like a prize fucking heifer. You changed the scenery but not the fucking situation. And everybody knows -- *everybody* knows -- that he fucks you. But what they don't know... is that you like it.

Susanna: Oh my God... a guy I know was just drafted.
Janet: What's his name?
Susanna: Tobey.
Janet: Well, he's dead now.

Daisy: Which do you like better? Taking a dump alone or with Valerie watching?
Susanna: Alone.
Daisy: Everyone likes to be alone when it comes out, I like to be alone when it goes in. Eating in the cafeteria is like being with twenty girls all at once taking a dump.
Lisa: That is fucked up, Daisy.

Lisa: We are mostly men and we are very rare.
Janet: Lisa thinks she's hot shit cause she's a sociopath.
Cynthia: I'm a sociopath.
Lisa: No, you're a dyke.

Susanna: You know, taking us out for ice cream in the middle of a blizzard makes you wonder who the real wack jobs are.

Susanna: I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Cynthia: Hey John, call me a cab.
John: Okay, you're a cab.

Susanna: No one cares if you die, Lisa, because you're dead already. Your heart is cold. That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this place to feel alive. It's pathetic.