Gia Carangi: I have to go back to work! I know what you're going to say but I need the money because I cannot live like this. I cannot live like this. And I cannot live without you.
Gia Carangi: I met somebody, someone I really like.
Wilhemina Cooper: Good! Good for you. Take a deep breath darling. You are in for the ride of your life.
Gia Carangi: Go see, go see, go see. I aint good at this. And even if you are good at this, what exactly are you good at?
Gia Carangi: Where's my knife? Who took my fucking knife? What do I look like, fucking terrorist? Is this funny? What the fuck is wrong with you people? Where the fuck - get the fuck away from me! GET away! where is MY knife? God, you can't... you can't do that! You don't take somebody's knife when they need it.
Maurice: She hated to be photographed. You had to run after her and tie her down. And you had to get past all the junk in her hair. But she was special.
Wilhemina Cooper: You practically gave my receptionist a coronary.
Gia Carangi: I could learn photography. That could be something to want. I could photograph children. I could have my own children. I would give them yellow roses. And if they got too loud, I would just put them some place quiet. Put them in the oven. And I would kiss them every day, and tell them you don't have to be anybody, because I would know that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway.
Wilhemina Cooper: You will always be somebody to me.
Gia Carangi: You know what I think? I think there's a reason for everything. And I think that there's a plan for everyone. And I think that God has a big plan for me. Just not in this life.
Mike Mansfield: Your look is not spring. Your look is nuclear-fucking-winter.
Gia Carangi: I'd tell them that you don't have to be anybody. Because I'd know that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway.
Gia Carangi: Look, this was a free trip to New York. If I had known you were looking for Marcia fucking Brady, I woulda stayed home.
Linda: She was like a puppy. She was like... love me, love me, love me, love me... and I did. I did. I did right away. She was my lover. The only person I really loved.
Tony: With a face like that, she doesn't need a name.
Gia Carangi: Actually, Tony, my face is a little higher.
Gia Carangi: Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside, so, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside, out? Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty girl, who lived in a beautiful box, and everybody loved her.
Gia Carangi: I'm in charge, and I'm leavin'.