Nora: I say do it. I don't care what, just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me, pull me, talk hard.
Marla Hunter: We think you should see a psychiatrist.
Mark Hunter: Is it that obvious?
Nora Diniro: You see, you can talk when you want to.
Mark Hunter: Remember my dear, I can smell a lie like a fart in a car.
Mark Hunter: I am everywhere. I am inside each and every single one of you. Just look in and I will be there waving out at ya, naked wearing only a cock ring, heh, heh, heh. Wow, time flies when you're on the run. I'm gonna cut out now with this unusual song I'm dedicating to an unusual person who makes me feel kind of unusual.
Mark Hunter: Guess who? It's 10 o'clock, do you care where your parents are?
Mark Hunter: Now I'm depressed. Now I feel like killing myself, but luckly I'm too depressed to bother.
Mark Hunter: I was looking for some stamps.
Brian Hunter: Yeah I have some right here. Are you gonna send a letter to a friend back east?
Mark Hunter: No I was thinking about sending away for an inflatable date.
Mark Hunter: They think you're moody, make 'em think you're crazy. Make 'em think you might snap. They say you got attitude, you show 'em some real attitude.
Mark Hunter: In real life I could be that anonymous nerd sitting across from you in chem lab, staring at you so hard. Then when you turn around he tries to smile, but the smile just comes out all wrong. You just think, How pathetic. Then he just looks away, and never looks back at you again.
Mark Hunter: Tonight we have number twelve of one hundred things to do with your body when you're all alone. Now, are you ready for the incredible sound of Hard Harry coming on his own face?
Mark Hunter: Talk hard.
Mark Hunter: I'm sick of being ashamed. I don't mind being dejected and rejected, but I'm not going to be ashamed about it. At least pain is real. I mean, you look around and you see nothing is real, but at least the pain is real.
Nora: I'm the "Eat me, beat me" lady.
Mark Hunter: I've got something to show you.
Nora: Is it bigger than a baby's arm?
Mark Hunter: You see, feeling screwed up in a screwed up place in a screwed up time does not mean you are screwed up, if you catch my drift.
Hard Harry: Sometimes being young is less fun than being dead.
Mark Hunter: I mean, if I knew any thing about love, I would be out there making it, instead of sitting in here talking to you guys.
Mark Hunter: Rise up in the cafeteria and stab them with your plastic forks.