Tracy: If everyone in the world married someone of a different race, after one generation, there would be no prejudice.
Melanie: I love you and your brother more than anything in the world. I would die for you, but I won't leave you alone right now.
Melanie: How do you explain $860 in your wallet?
Tracy: We jacked it, okay? God, mom, you knew what was going on with all those clothes and shit. Not even you're that dumb...
Melanie: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT IT WENT THAT FAR.
Tracy: Um, since when does Medina have a ghetto booty?
Evie: Oh, I think she stuffs.
Astrid: That slut ain't got shit on THESE double-cheesburgers.
[She shakes her butt]
Medina: Shake it, don't break it, bitch.
Astird: Fuck her.
[the girls walk out in two matching cut-up halter tops]
Tracy: Well, what do you think? Are we hot or what?
Mel: That WAS your brother's favorite t-shirt.
[as underage Evie tries to seduce him]
Luke: No. Bad. Danger, Will Robinson, danger.
Tracy: No bra, no panties! No bra, no panties! No bra, no panties!
Tracy: Would you like me to model my new thong? Great for pooping on the go!
[after dying Cynthia's hair]
Melanie: If this gets you laid, you owe me double.
[Tracy is on the phone in a tattoo shop]
Tracy: Hey Mom, do you know what point-slope form is? No, me neither. See? That's why I need to be here... at the library.
Tracy: Hey Mason, who would you say is the hottest girl in school?
Mason: Evie Zamora.
Tracy: Guess who I hung out with today.
Mason: Bull.
Tracy: Melrose Avenue. (Mason looks at her in awe) What? Like that's so hard to believe...
[singing]
Evie: The itsy-bitsy spider dropped acid at the park...
[outside Mason's open window]
Evie: Like the thong? Move ya g-string down south!
Tracy: Evie, that's so gross. Seriously - that's my brother.
[Evie flashes him]
Tracy: Ohmigod, we have to go.
Evie: Hey, take it easy. Maybe I'll marry into the family.
Melanie: What is that?
Tracy: [whispers] It's a belly-button ring.
Melanie: Speak up, I can't hear you.
Tracy: ITS A BELLY-BUTTON RING! HOW ELSE CAN I SAY IT, I DON'T SPEAK NO OTHER LANGUAGES! Oh, and you wanna know what that is,
[sticks out her tongue]
Tracy: that is a tongue ring.
Tracy: Mothers, lock up your sons!
Mason: What? You wanna hit me, Tracy? Go ahead and hit me. You will go to jail, you fucking slut!
Tracy: Don't call me a slut. MOM! MASON JUST CALLED ME A SLUT!
[Tracy's slashed-up arm is exposed]
Tracy: [crying] That's none of your business, you fucking Frankenstein!
Brooke: Oh, no. This child is my business, you little cunt.
Melanie: You're my heart.
Tracy: So you're a model?
Evie: She's a model-slash-actress!
Brooke: Slash-bartender who's about to be late for work.
Evie: Tracy?
Tracy: What-ey?
Evie: You get to make out with Javi!
Melanie: Have you been drinking?
Mason: Of course she has because she's always FUCKING DRINKING, isn't she?
Tracy: Oh, like you never have!
Brady: Hey, what's going on?
[Kayla begins crying]
Rapper #1: [rapping] I feel like humpin' somethin'! I feel like humpin' somethin'! I feel like humpin' somethin'!
Tracy: Geez, Mom, why don't you open a hotel? You could get payed for all this shit.
Tracy: So, Brady, how was the halfway house?
Brady: Same as the last one, Tracy.
