Sebastian: I can’t win with you.
Annette: It’s not all about winning, Sebastian.
Bunny Caldwell: Jesus Christ, where have you been?
Cecile Caldwell: Shopping.
Bunny Caldwell: Oh.
Sebastian: Cecile, you know what would be super-duper sexy? If you lost all the clothes.
Cecile Caldwell: I don’t think so.
Bunny Caldwell: How do you do it? Where do you get your strength?
Kathryn (grasping the cross around her neck that’s filled with cocaine): Well I know this sounds corny, but whenever I feel the temptation of peer pressure, I turn to God and he helps me through the problem.
Bunny Caldwell: Oh, that’s beautiful.
Sebastian: Nice shirt, Cecille.
Cecille: Oh thanks, my dad got it for me in Australia.
Sebastian: How are things down under? Blossoming, I hope.
Bunny Caldwell: How dare you treat me with such disrespect! I got you off the streets and this is how you repay me?
Ronald Clifford: Got me off the streets? I live on 59th and Park!
Bunny Caldwell: Whatever!
Kathryn: Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep that way.
Kathryn: I think there’s something going on between Cecile and her music teacher.
Bunny Caldwell: Ronald? That’s crazy!
Kathryn: I know, she’s so young and he’s so…
Bunny Caldwell: Black!
Cecile: This iced tea tastes funny.
Sebastian: It’s from Long Island.
Kathryn: The parental units called while you were out.
Sebastian: How is your gold-digging whore of a mother enjoying Bali?
Kathryn: She suspects your impotent, alcoholic father is diddling the maid.
Kathryn: Introduce her to your world of sex, drugs and… what else do you do?
Kathryn: Cecile?… OK, stop crying… stop crying… You know… hold on for Sebastian.
Sebastian: Cecile?… Stop crying.
Sebastian: I’m sick of sleeping with these insipid Manhattan debutantes. Nothing shocks them anymore.
Sebastian: I read your manifesto.
Annette: You did?
Sebastian: Yes. I must say, I found it rather… appalling.
Annette: That’s a first. Most people praise me for it.
Sebastian: Most people are sheep. Who are you to criticize something you’ve never experienced?
Annette: I wasn’t criticizing. I just think people shouldn’t experience the act of love until they are in love and I just don’t think people our age are able to experience those kinds of emotions.
Sebastian: Are you a lesbian?
Sebastian: Sorry, I just kind of picked up on that lesbian vibe.
Sebastian: Oh sis, you’re so tense.
Kathryn: I hate it when things don’t go my way, it makes me so horny.
Sebastian: Ohh well, duty calls. Dr. Greenbaum and her daughter should make for interesting entry.
Kathryn: Ohh, your journal. Could you be more queer?
Sebastian: Could you be more desperate to read it?
Annette: I’m impressed.
Sebastian: Well, I’m in love.
Sebastian: Dear Annette, I don’t know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I’ve caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others’ misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth than please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I’m a wreck without you.
Sebastian: I don’t know how to make this any clearer to you; you mean nothing to me.
Annette: I don’t know if this’ll help. But sometimes when I’m feeling down, I turn to Jesus and he helps me through it.
Kathryn: Thank you.
Annette: All right, well, I’ll see you around campus.
Kathryn: Looking forward to it… freak.
Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over her. It’s over you.
Sebastian: Come again?
Kathryn: You were very much in love with her. And you’re still in love with her. But it amused me to make you ashamed of it. You gave up on the first person you ever loved because I threatened your reputation. Don’t you get it? You’re just a toy, Sebastian. A little toy I like to play with. And now you’ve completely blown it with her. I think it’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.
Sebastian: It’s not like you have a husband – unless you’re married to Jesus.
Kathryn: My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.
Cecile Caldwell: But that would make me a slut, wouldn’t it?
Kathryn: Cecile, everybody does it; it’s just that nobody talks about it.
Cecile Caldwell: So, it’s like a secret society?
Kathryn: That’s one way looking at it.
Kathryn: Who are you spying on? That her?
Kathryn: Aww, she’s crying. Little baby upset about the big bad book.
Sebastian: Shut up!
Kathryn: What’s up your ass?
Sebastian: Why can’t we be together?
Annette: You wanna know why? Because I don’t trust myself with you.