Rachel: How do I look?
Charlotte: Like a woman about to go forth in sin.
Rachel: Oh good. That's exactly the look I was going for.

Rachel and Kate: Death is dwelling on the past, or staying in one place to long.

Charlotte: Please God don't let me fall in love and want to do disgusting things

Charlotte: Oh, I'm going to hell for sure. Here he is, talking about his dead mother and I can't help wishing his hands were unbuttoning my dress!

Rachel: Why don't you stop being a bitch, for let's say an hour, and I'll not knock the religion of your choice for a week.

Rachel: Who's that?
Charlotte: That's Mr. Crane, my history teacher, and he is very nice.
Rachel: He is an asshole.
Charlotte: You haven't even met him yet!
Rachel: I don't want to meet him. He's driving an Edsel, for Christ's sake.

Rachel: Charlotte, I know you're planning a celibate life, but with half my chromosomes, I think that might be tough.

Rachel: If you want to get closer to me, dial collect.

Kate: Act your age, not your shoe size.

Charlotte: I want to stay!
Rachel: And do what?!
Charlotte: Finish high school!
Rachel: Great start. What's your major? Town tramp?
Charlotte: No Mom, the town already has one.