Narrator: We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
Principal Woodhouse: Your daughters haven't been in school for over two weeks.
Mr. Lisbon: Have you checked out back?
Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.
Cecilia: Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.
Mrs. Buell: That girl didn't want to die, she just wanted out of that house.
Mrs. Scheer: She wanted out of that decorating scheme.
Narrator: We would never be sure of the sequence of events. We argue about it still.
Lux Lisbon: I can't breath in here.
Mrs Lisbon: Lu, you are safe, in here.
Tim Weiner: What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.
Tim Weiner: When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly.
Narrator: We knew that they knew everything about us, and that we couldn't fathom them at all.
Narrator: Given Lux's failure to make curfew everyone expected a crackdown, but few anticipated it would be so drastic. The girls were taken out of school, and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house in maximum-security isolation.
Jake Hill Conley: Don't let it die a virgin.
Chase Buell: Man, this girl's makin' me crazy. Couldn't we just feel one of 'em up just once?
Trip Fontaine: You're a stone fox.
Tim Weiner: Look, she's laughing, he made her laugh.
Mrs Lisbon: None of my daughters lacked for any love, there was plenty of love in our household. I never understood why.
Narrator: What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.
Narrator: We felt the imprisonment of being a girl.
