Jude: Well I gotta go. I hope you get your record signed, and I hope you listen to it.
Lola: I sunk into a depression only Hamlet would recognize.
Rachel: We can all survive Simon, you just don't have to look so damn sad doing it.
Maggie Peyton: What's really your problem with me racing?
Ray Peyton Sr.: 'Cause you're the spittin' image of your mom... and... I can't lose her twice.
Charisma: Anyway, I thought I'd come back to start our road trip early.
Maggie Peyton: Slight problem. I promised I'd meet a friend out in the desert.
Charisma: Why? Are you burying a body?
Maggie Peyton: You don't understand. That's my car out there.
Jimmy D.: Well, now, you parked it in the wrong place.
Dakota Moss: So my finger got cut off. But nobody did it. Who's going to believe that? Look at you. You don't even believe it.
Jerrod Pointer: Yeah, I do.
[Dakota scoffs.]
Dakota Moss: That's because I fucked you.
[After having sex with Jerrod.]
Dakota Moss: Did she ever fuck you like that?
[Jerrod doesn't answer.]
Dakota Moss: Did she ever fuck you at all?
[again Jerrod doesn't answer.]
Dakota Moss: Do you think she'd start now?
Ashley Albright: Here we go again. Maggie you've known me since Seventh Grade, right? Okay, will you please tell her that I'm not lucky.
Maggie: Well, you were voted prom queen at Franklin High.
Ashley Albright: So?
Maggie: We went to Jefferson.
Ashley Albright: Ever since this masquerade bash, it's like I'm the Anti-Midas, and everything I touch turns to crap.
Maggie: Because when one door closes.
Ashley Albright: ...Two others open.
Ashley Albright: Jake... Jake is the guy I kissed at the masquerade bash.
Dana: Uh-uh.
Ashley Albright: Yes.
Dana: No.
Ashley Albright: Yes.
Ashley Albright: No.
Ashley Albright: Yes.
Dana: Yes. That's great. He's hot.
Ashley Albright: You don't understand. If I kiss Jake, it's hello fabulous carefree life.
Dana: And that's a problem.
Mrs. George: Hey, you guys! Happy hour is from four to six!
Cady: Um, is there alcohol in this?
Mrs. George: Oh, God, honey, no! What kind of mother do you think I am? Why, do you want a little bit? Because if you're going to drink I'd rather you do it in the house.
