
"Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth -- that when you really look closely, people are so strange and so complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me." ~ Angela
Patty: "I find Rickie a little confusing."
Angela: "Okay, so maybe he's bi. Who cares? His cousin can still drive."
Patty: "What? He's what? Do you hear these terms she's throwing around?
Bi?"
Danielle: "It means bisexual."
Graham: "He's bisexual?"
Patty: "How can he be bi-anything? He's a child, he's obviously very
confused."
Angela: "No, he's not confused."
Patty: "He wears eye liner."
Graham: "He does? He wears eye liner?"
Angela: "I thought you were on my side."
Graham: "I'm not on anyone's side."
Patty: "Graham. Grow up. Choose a side."
Rickie: "If you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other
person to say, like, right before."
Rayanne: "`This won't take long.'"
Rickie: "No, seriously."
Rayanne: "`Do I know you?'"
Rickie: "No, like, for real. Like, romantic."
Angela: "`You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you.'"
Rayanne: "`It hurts to look at you?'"
Rickie: "How'd you think of that?"
Rayanne: "Where would it hurt?"
~ Rickie, Rayanne, and Angela,
outside the rave
"I'll always watch out for you. Okay. I'll always be there for you,
so, don't worry, okay."
"I won't."
"And, you know, with your hair like that? It hurts to look at you."
~ Rayanne and Angela