Marie Currie: You took Mom's black heels?
Cherie Currie: Like, she's ever worn anything twice? Anyway, you should be more worried about her finding out about how old your skanky boyfriend is.
Marie Currie: I'm sorry. Does your boyfriend have a car? I'm sorry, do you even have a boyfriend?
Zach Taylor: Miss August told me about you being here helping out. She didn't mention anything about you being white.
Lily Owens: Maybe she didn't notice.
Rosaleen Daise: I feel like I've been beaten with a stick.
Lily Owens: You have been beaten, remember?
Rosaleen Daise: But not with a stick.
Molly Gunn: Excuse me, Thumbelina, but you're still a little underage to be clubbing, aren't you?
Ray: You're a little overage to be wearing a lampshade in your hair. Bright idea?
Molly Gunn: Kid, have you ever been to a shrink?
Ray: Since I was three.
Molly Gunn: You brought your own personal soap?
Ray: Hay, you want to pick up bacterial meningitis or polio, you go ahead and be my guest. Whatever diseases you're already carrying probably make those sound like a joke, anyway.
Ray: You're a spastic hyena.
Ray: She always does this to me, she's not coming. Ow.
Roma Schleine: Well, if you would stop wiggling your ass, it wouldn't have fallen off in the first place.
Ray: If you refuse to have a nice time with me, I'm going to have fun by myself.
Molly Gunn: 200 pliƩs isn't fun, Ray. It's slave labor.
Mina: Hand me my bird.
Darwin: Try Not To Die.
Mina: I thought they said you couldn't talk.
