Beverly: Mom, pop.
Faye: Yeah?
Beverly: I don't know how to tell you this.
Faye: But?
Beverly: I'm pregnant.
Faye: My daughter's a tramp. My daughter's a tramp! My daughter's a tramp! You're fifteen-years-old! How could you do this to me? You make me sick to my stomach! Why don't you just take my gun -- take my gun and shoot me in the head with it, tramp! I wish that you were never born! Okay, go.

Ray: Please marry me, because I'm shit without you.
Beverly: How romantic. A marriage proposal that contains the word "shit".

Beverly to Jason: You are what saved me.