Mrs. Pascal: Jackie and Marty belong to each other. Jackie's hand was holding Marty's penis when they came out the womb.

Lesly: I can't talk that way about your brother.
Jackie-O: Pretend he is not my brother, I do.

Jackie-O: I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.

Mrs. Pascal: Oh my God, I sounded just like a mother! Didn't I sound just like a mother?
Marty: You are a mother.
Mrs. Pascal: I know, but I still can't believe it. I look at you people and wonder, how did you ever fit in my womb?

Lesly: You were spying on us?
Mrs. Pascal: A mother doesn't spy. A mother pays attention.

Jackie-O to Lesly: We all have our secrets.

Anthony: Would you like a glass of Liebfraumilch?
Lesly: No thank you. I'll just have a glass of wine.
Marty: That's the name of the wine.
Lesly: Oh! I don't speak french.
Jackie-O: Who does?
Anthony: You do.
Jackie-O: Oh, that's right, I do.
Lesly: So what does that name mean?
Jackie-O: In french? I think it means something German.
Marty: It means, "loving mother's milk."
Lesly: You speak french?
Marty: No. German.

Jackie-O: Marty and I tell each other everything.
Lesly: Everything?
Jackie-O: We're twins.
Lesly: Did he tell you about his other girlfriends?
Jackie-O: Did he tell *you* about his other girlfriends?
Lesly: There was one, he said.
Jackie-O: Did he tell you about her?
Lesly: No, what was she like?
Jackie-O: Who?
Lesly: The girl.
Jackie-O: She wasn't a girl. She was a woman.
Lesly: She was *older* than Marty.
Jackie-O: No, they were almost exactly the same age. Talk about glamorous. She was glamorous.
Lesly: I thought so.

Jackie-O: Goo is what tape is all about. Goo is what makes it tape. Without goo, it would just be paper.

Jackie-O: What about what we have?
Marty: Had.
Jackie-O: I don't recognize the past tense.

Jackie-O: Sorry about that, Marty, I didn't mean to maim you. I only meant to kill you.
Marty: These things happen.

Anthony: Nobody buys matches. People find matches.

Mrs. Pascal: What's that gun doing there?
Jackie-O: It's not a gun. It's a camera.
Mrs. Pascal: It's a gun.
Jackie-O: It's a camera that looks like a gun.
Marty: Relax, Mama, it isn't loaded.
Mrs. Pascal: How do you know?
Marty: I checked.
Mrs. Pascal: What's it doing there?
Jackie-O: Being gunlike, gunesque, gunonic.
Mrs. Pascal: Where did it come from?
Jackie-O: God?

Lesly: I don't think you're insane.
Jackie-O: You don't?
Lesly: No.
Jackie-O: You don't think I'm an eensie weensie bit insane?
Lesly: I don't think you're insane. I think you're just spoiled.
Jackie-O: Oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth, I'm going to bed.