Jackie-O: What about what we have?
Jackie-O: I don't recognize the past tense.
Jackie-O: They've switched me - I used to be green, now I'm brown. I wanted my pills to match my eyes. Color me beautiful.
Jackie-O: I went through all this trouble to get sane, so you can't just leave.
Jackie-O: Were you poor? Did you eat chicken pot pie?
Jackie-O: Love is for tiny people with tiny lives.
Jackie-O: Goo is what tape is all about. Goo is what makes it tape instead of paper.
Marty: Are you being wise?
Jackie-O: One day I woke up wise.
Marty: One day I woke up stupid.
Jackie-O: What'd you do?
Marty: I went back to bed.
Jackie-O: That was wise.
Jackie-O: Pennsylvania's just this state that's in your way when you're trying to get someplace else.
Jackie-O: I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.
Mrs. Pascal: I really have no idea who my children belong to.
Lesly: You were spying on us?
Mrs. Pascal: A mother doesn't spy. A mother pays attention.
Anthony: What did it look like?
Jackie-O: It looked like a hairbrush, like a brush you brush your hair with.
Mrs. Pascal: Was it pink?
Jackie-O: Yes, it was pink, goddamn it! It was pink! It was pink and now is gone.
Jackie-O: I see Anthony wears a lot of layers around me, don't 'cha Anthony? He's got a tee shirt, a dress shirt, a vest, and a jacket.
Anthony: I'm wearing a jacket because it's Thanksgiving.
Jackie-O: You weren't wearing it before.
Anthony: I put it on after Marty got here.
Marty: I appreciate it. It looks nice.
Anthony: I think it belonged to a Kennedy.
Marty: Why? Is there a bullet hole?
Jackie-O: Sorry about that, by the way, I didn't mean to maim you. I only meant to kill you.
Marty: These things happen.
Lesly: Does this happen a lot?
Jackie-O: Every goddamned hurricane.
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: We all have our secrets.
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: This is how you raised them?
Mrs. Pascal: People raise cattle. Children just happen.