Julie: It's just weird how time erases things.
Fern: Time doesn't erase things, people erase things.
Julie: Yeah, people erase people. (unknown)
Courtney: Wait a minute.
Julie: What?
Courtney: Rape... they'll check to se if she was raped right? Maybe Liz had a friend over, you know, Mommy and Daddy's last night away, maybe he's from school, maybe not. But definitely into kink. He got a little rough, went a little to far, you know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. She screamed for help, but no one could hear her. Her screams were muffled by the huge candy ball, she tried, but there was nothing, only sugary sweet death.
Marcie: Oh my God, that like, totally gave me the chills. (unknown)
Courtney: They'll believe it because it's thier worst nightmare: Elizabeth Purr, the very picture of teenage perfection, obliterated by perversion. (unknown)
Courtney: You know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. (unknown)
Courtney: I have this gift, I can smell a lie. (unknown)
Miss Sherwood: You don't think that Miss Mayo could have...? No. Miss Mayo is as sweet as the days are long.
Detective Vera Cruz: It's a crazy world, Miss Sherwood. Some of the sweetest candies are sour as death inside. (unknown)
Vylette: This is high school, Detective Cruz. What is a friend anyway?
Detective Vera Cruz: A friend is someone who tells the truth no matter what. A true friend never lies. (unknown)
Courtney: You like it?
Dane: It's okay.
Courtney: Okay? There's nothing kinky about "okay", now is there? (unknown)
Courtney: I mean, food's cool and all. It tastes good and you need it to live, but the mere act of eating involves thoughts of digestion, flatulation, defecation, even, shall we say, complexion defection. (unknown)
Courtney: Ok, reality check, Liz is in the trunk of this car. And she is dead. That is a sad, fucked up thing, but you are going to walk into that school and strut your shit down the hallway like everything is peachy fucking keen. (unknown)
Marcie: How about some public affection, girls? (unknown)
Julie: How can you do that? Frame some guy for Liz's murder?
Courtney: Life's a bitch, then you die.
Julie: No, honey. You're the bitch!
Courtney: [leans in tauntingly] Oh, so aggressive! It's turning me on! (unknown)
Courtney: I taught you to disrespect us?
Fern: You taught me to rule.
Courtney: That's right! Rule, bitch! But don't forget who made you! (unknown)
Courtney: What a fucking tearjerker. Look, Marce, it's like Terms of Endearment Part III, only this time the boyfriend's gay.
Marcie: Yeah, and the rest of the cast sucks! (unknown)
Courtney: Never send a rose unless dyed black as a warning. And if one is sent to you, destroy it along with the sender. Emotionally of course. It's not like we kill people...
[a pause as Marcie and Vylette look at Courtney, horrified]
Courtney: ...on purpose. (unknown)
Courtney: Listen bitch, one word and you're over, I mean that.
Julie: I'm not scared of you anymore Courtney.
Courtney: We saw you, we all know you did it.
Julie: No one will ever believe you!
Courtney: Ask Fern, ask Marcie... We saw everything.
Julie: You fucking liar.
Courtney: One word, and you perish, I promise you that... Toodles! (unknown)
Courtney: Well, if it isn't the beautiful people!
Brenda: Courtney, I've been meaning to tell you, you are to-die to-die!
Courtney: Thank you my dear
Marcie: [talking to date] I'm so bored tonight... I think it's time for a little room service.
Courtney: MARCIE! Reality check, I think there's a certain announcement that needs to be made!
Dane: Yeah, give it up for the prom queen
Marcie: Oh my god Courtney, I am so sorry!
Courtney: It's ok Marce. We can't all be up to speed, can we girls? (unknown)
Marcie: AHH! She is gonna die! This is so much better then what we did last year!
Courtney: I wish *I* had friends that would do this for *me*!
Julie: Yeah right! You'd have us killed!
Courtney: Brutally maimed, my dear. (unknown)
Courtney: You knew Liz Purr right?
Fern: I-I know of her
Courtney: "Knew" of her, past tense. She's dead Fern, she died. But we've got a bit of a problem because you know we did it. You heard us. That gives you a little something Fern, and it's called power. The power to tell, and you're the kind of girl that tells. A tattle-tale.
Marcie: A rat. (unknown)
[Gothic Girl is in bathroom trying to find a stall]
Make-Up Monger #1: I'm sorry this stall is reserved.
Gothic Girl: What?
Make-Up Monger #1: Haven't you met Vylette? It's all about Vylette. (unknown)
Fern: The one in the green is Courtney. She was like Satan in heels. (unknown)
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