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 Lauren Ambrose QuotationMovie Title: Can't Hardly Wait (1998) as Denise: Denise : Besides, I heard that song was about his dog. Preston : It's not about a dog. It's about a woman named Amanda. Who the hell names their dog Amanda? Denise : My cousin had a dog name Samantha. Preston : Shut up about the dog, OK? Denise : There's a mirror right there. Take a look, you're white. [sees Kenny Fisher posing in a mirror] Denise : Looks like someone's auditioning for "Soul Train." Denise : Just so you know, judging from my little experience, I kind of believe in fate. It just works in really fucked up ways sometimes. Preston : Especially in your case. I'm sorry. You gave that to me, I just had to take it. Take care. Peace out, G! Preston : I can't believe you pointed at her! Denise : Look, she didn't see me! What are you, hyperventilating? Preston : No, I'm hiransing my chi. Denise : What? Preston : I'm harnessing my chi. [Denise laughs] Preston : Don't laugh at me! Denise : Were you this weird when we went out? Preston : Were you this bitchy when we went out? Denise : Yes, I was a bitchy eighth grader for that whole week, actually! [During a yearbook signing] Yearbook Girl : So why didn't you get your picture taken? Denise : Specifically to avoid moments like this. Yearbook Girl : [not paying attention] Great, thanks! Movie Title: Psycho Beach Party (2000) as Florence "Chicklet" Forrest: Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : Guys only want one thing. I'm going to the snack bar, want a wiener? Kanaka : Mistress Ann, I've been a bad boy. Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : And bad boys get spanked. Bad boys get tortured! Kanaka : Cowabunga! Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : [as Ann Bowman] I'm no mere chick! I'm a goddess! And the first thing I'm gonna sacrifice are ya balls, sonny! Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : [as Ann Bowman] Who do you have to FUCK to get a hot dog in this dump? Drive-In Counterman : Say what? Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : You heard me, buster! And I'm not payin' extra for dialog, so cut the chin music! Rhonda : Hey, is it true you're going to Europe at the end of the summer? Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : No, we just have a Swedish exchange student living with us. Rhonda : Oh, I heard you were going to Denmark. Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : Where'd ya get that idea? Rhonda : I heard you were going there to have some sort of an operation. Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : An operation? Rhonda : Yeah, I heard you were having your dick cut off and turning into a girl. [suddenly gleeful] Rhonda : Kisses. Berdine : No one understands Bettina. Her screen persona is a brilliant comment on the socio-political structure of stardom. Florence "Chicklet" Forrest : You get all that from a pizza waitress with three heads? I guess we are the only ones watching the movie. Movie Title: Six Feet Under (2001) as Claire: Claire : Apparently you want a child with an eating disorder. Ruth : I would like to go on record as saying I am in full support of you going to art school. Claire : Consider it recorded. But I'm just taking a tour. Let's not get our panties in a wad over it. Ruth : Claire, I have to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth. Did you set that fire? Claire : No, Mom. I would never do anything like that. [Ruth looks at Claire with relief] Claire : I may have swiped that foot, though. Claire : I know stealing a foot is weird. But, hello, living in a house where a foot is available to be stolen is weird. Claire : Why do people have to die? Nate : To make life important. Claire : You know, it's polite for the first person downstairs to make coffee, even it that person has a penis. Nate : Well, it's also polite for the first person in the bathroom to spend less than 45 minutes in there, even if that person has a vulva. Ruth : I joined "The Plan". Claire : Isn't that like a cult or something? Nate : No, it' one of those '70s self discovery clubs that yell at you and don't let you go to the bathroom for 12 hours, right? Ruth : [takes out yogurt cup] I think this will do. All right, I'm leaving you without dinner. I'll be back really late. [leaves] Claire : This whole concept of mom self-actualizing is making me nauseous. Nate : You're sure it's that and not the concept of mom pissing in a plastic jar? Officer Keith Charles : Most guys I meet, they kinda just want me to be one thing. Claire : What? Like, big black sex cop? Claire : Great. So I get nothing. Ruth : You get an education, something not all people are privileged to. Claire : Well, what if I don't want to go to college? Reader of the Will: College is a necessity in life not only to excel in learning, but to survive. Claire : Spare me the tough-love rationalization, just bottom-line it, please. Reader of the Will: If you choose not to go to college, the money will be available to you when you're 25. Claire : It's like blackmail from beyond the grave. Claire : Well, isn't it comforting to know that being miserable is still better than being an idiot? [Nate needs Claire to pick up some death certificates] Nate : Uh, one's at a nursing home, and the other, I think... is also at a nursing home. Claire : Ugh. I hate those places. All the old people want to touch my hair. Claire : If we live our lives the right way then everything we do can become a work of art. [Gabe's friend Andy grabs Claire's breasts] Claire : Whoa, you're not on the list of people who get to touch my tits. Ruth : Claire, are you depressed? Claire : I'm not going to even answer that. Ruth : Well, whatever you're going through, I hope you're not going to blame me [Claire, stoned, has just written "Terror Starts At Home" on the wall] Claire : It's like, how many evildoers do you have to kill before you become one yourself? David : I have to get control of myself. Claire : No, David, if you were any more controlled, you'd be a sculpture. You know what? Last night I had a humiliating homosexual experience of my own. David : Seriously? What happened? Claire : Not much. I never even went down on her. David : You can stop there. |
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