Laura Lizzie: Oh God look, there is a pubic hair in my brush. Oh no wait, wait. That's just one of Rochelle's little nappy hairs.
Rochelle: Why are you doing this to me, Laura? Do you think you're funny?
Laura Lizzie: You really wanna know why?
Rochelle: Yes, I really wanna know why.
Laura Lizzie: Because I don't like negroids.
Laura Lizzie: Ow! You pulled my hair out.
Sarah: Sorry, I thought I saw a bug. They have shampoo for that, you know.
Laura Lizzie: Stupid bitch.
Nancy: I drink of my sisters, and I take into myself... all the power of Manon.
Sarah: That's all?
Rochelle: All these songs are by Connie Francis.
Grace: Yeah, isn't that great? Since I was a little girl all I've wanted in life was a jukebox that played nothing but Connie Francis records.
Bonnie: That's great.
Rochelle: Who's Connie Francis?
Grace: Who's Connie Francis? Honey, listen and learn! Connie Francis.
Sarah: Did you tell your friends?
Sarah: That you're a lying sack of shit.
Chris: No... b-but I will.
Mr. Bailey: Can I help you?
Chris: No one can help me.
Nancy: You know, if I were as pathetic as you are, I would have killed myself ages ago. You should get on with it.
Chris: Sarah, come on, I mean... you look like you need to talk to somebody anyway.
Sarah: How do you know what I look like? We're talking on the phone.
Nancy: You know, in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her.
Bonnie: I drink of my sisters, and I take into myself the power to be beautiful, outside as well as in.
Sarah: Relax... it's only magic. Now who's pathetic?