
[all praying to God]
Tracy Flick: “Dear Lord Jesus, I do not often speak with you and ask for things, but now, I really must insist that you help me win the election tomorrow because I deserve it and Paul Metzler doesn’t, as you well know. I realize that it was your divine hand that disqualified Tammy Metzler and now I’m asking that you go that one last mile and make sure to put me in office where I belong so that I may carry out your will on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.”
Tammy Metzler: “Dear God, I know I don’t believe in you, but since I’ll be starting catholic school soon, I though I should at least practice. Let’s see. What do I want? I want Lisa to realize what a bitch she is and feel really bad and apologize for how she hurt me and know how much I still love her. In spite of everything, I still want Paul to win the election tomorrow, not that cunt Tracy. Oh, and I also want a really expensive pair of leather pants and someday, I wanna be really good friends with Madonna. Love, Tammy.”
Paul Metzler: “Dear God, than you for all your blessings. You’ve given me so many things, like good health, nice parents, a nice truck, and what I’m told is a large penis, and I’m very grateful, but I sure am worried about Tammy. In my heart, I still can’t believe she tore down my posters, but sometimes, she does get so weird and angry. Please help her be a happier person because she’s so smart and sensitive and I love her so much. Also, I’m nervous about the election tomorrow and I guess I want to win and all, but I know that’s totally up to you. You’ll decide who the best person is and I’ll accept it. And forgive me for my sins, whatever they may be. Amen.”
Oct 15, 07:17AM PDT | 0 comments

Sarah: “Die, Nazi spin bitch!”
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Daniel: [Spanish accent] “I am job.”
Miranda: “Do you speak English?”
Daniel: “I am job!”
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Su-Chin: “I’m having a little trouble concentrating.”
Juno: “Oh well I could sell you some of my Adderall if you want.”
Su-Chin: “No thanks, I’m off pills.”
Juno: “That’s a wise choice because I knew this girl who like had this crazy freak out because she took too many behavioral meds at once and she like ripped off her clothes, and dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and was like, “Blah I am A- KRICKEN from the sea!”
Su-Chin: “I heard that was you.”
Juno: “Well, it was good seeing ya Su-Chin.”
Oct 09, 05:24PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments

Ultrasound Technician: “Well, there you have it. Would you like to know the sex?”
Leah: “Yes!”
Juno MacGuff: “No!”
Leah: Pleease, Juno, please!”
Juno: “No, there will be no sex!”
Ultrasound Technician: “Planning to be surprised when you deliver?”
Juno: “Well, no, but I want Mark and Vanessa to be surprised and if you tell me I’ll just, like, ruin everything.”
Ultrasound Technician: “Are Mark and Vanessa your friends at school?”
Juno: “No, no, no. They’re the adoptive parents.”
Ultrasound Technician: “Oh, well thank goodness for that!”
Bren: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ultrasound Technician: “I just see a lot of teenage mothers come through here and it’s obviously a poisonous environment to raise a baby in.”
Juno: “How do you know I’m so poisonous? What if these adoptive parents turn out to be, like, evil molesters?”
Leah: “Or, like, stage parents.”
Bren: “They could be utterly negligent. Maybe they’ll do a far shittier job of raising a kid than my dumbass step-daughter would. Have you considered that?”
Ultrasound Technician: “I guess not.”
Bren: “What is your job title exactly?”
Ultrasound Technician: “I’m an ultrasound technician, ma’am.”
Bren: “Well, I’m a nail technician and I think we both ought to just stick to what we know.”
Ultrasound Technician: “Excuse me?”
Bren: “Oh, you think you’re so special because you get to play Picture Pages up there? Well, my five year old daughter could do that and let me tell you, she’s not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. So why don’t you go back to night school in Mantino and learn a real trade.”
Juno: “Bren! You’s a dick! Love it!”
Oct 09, 05:08PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
charlie .
-- i'm a mental patient. i'm supposed to act out!
James Cole: Look at them. They’re just asking for it. Maybe the human race deserves to be wiped out.
Jeffrey Goines: Wiping out the human race? That’s a great idea. That’s great. But more of a long-term thing. I mean, first we have to focus on more immediate goals.
* more immediate goals: get into Brad Pitt’s pants.hahah.
Oct 08, 07:07PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
charlie .
-- i'm a mental patient. i'm supposed to act out!
Jeffrey Goines: Sorry. Uh, sorry. I, I, I got a little agitated. The thought of, uh, escape had crossed my mind, and then suddenly – suddenly – suddenly I felt like bending the fucking bars back, and ripping out the goddamn window frames and eating them – yes, eating them! Leaping, leaping, leaping! Colonics for everyone! All right! You dumbasses. I’m a mental patient. I’m supposed to act out! Wait’ll you morons find out who I am! My father’s gonna be really upset, and when my father gets upset, the ground SHAKES! My father is God! I worship my father!
Oct 08, 07:05PM PDT | 0 comments
charlie .
-- i'm a mental patient. i'm supposed to act out!
Jeffrey Goines: Telephone call? Telephone call? That’s communication with the outside world. (..) Nuh-uh. Look, hey – all of these nuts could just make phone calls, they could spread insanity, oozing through telephone cables, oozing into the ears of all these poor sane people, infecting them. Wackos everywhere, plague of madness.
Oct 08, 07:05PM PDT | 0 comments
Annie Hall: “La-dee-da, la-dee-da.”
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