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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.
Sebastian: Good.

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.