Cindy:
Why are you doing this to me?

Angela:
Because you're a cheerleader, a fornicator, a drug taker, a nasty snotty bigot, and besides that... you're real nice!

Herman Miranda:
Where'd you learn to chop wood like that?

Angela:
I've never chopped wood before. But I've chopped other things.

Angela:
Good thing you're dead 'cause in a couple of years your breasts would have been sagging something terrible!

Angela:
It seems every year I'm at camp someone loses their head.

Angela:
Are you a cheerleader?

Cindy:
Yeah.

Angela:
Are you a virgin?

Cindy:
No?

Angela:
You take drugs?

Cindy:
Doesn't everybody?

Angela:
Strike three.

Lily Miranda:
What's your favourite type of movie?

Riff:
Ones with tits and blood.

Riff:
Fuck that shit!

Angela:
So why did you come here?

Bobby Stark:
It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, plus it would look REALLY good on my resume.

Cindy:
I like movies with really good acting. Like Gone with the wind or Care Bears.

Angela:
Thank God there'll be one less idiot in politics.

Paramedic:
She's still alive.

Policeman:
We should just finish it now. We should kill her.

Paramedic:
It would be easy.

Policeman:
It would put an end to it, once and for all.

Paramedic:
Where are we?

Policeman:
I'll check.

Ambulance driver:
What's going on back there?

Angela:
Just taking care of business.

Bobby Stark:
Looks like we're part...

Riff:
Shut up!

Bobby Stark:
Sure man. Cool man. Right on.

Snowboy:
Party all night! Teenage Wasteland!

Angela:
Have a good life.

Angela:
What's left of it.

Lily Miranda:
What's your favourite colour?

Angela:
Blood red.

Angela:
One of the major risks of being a drug addict is not knowing whether or not the stuff is pure.

Jan Hernandez:
Good stuff?

Angela:
It'll really clean your pipes.

Bobby Stark:
Hi, I'm Bobby Stark. You don't mind if I sit here?

Angela:
Sure.

Bobby Stark:
So... you're underpriviliged.

Angela:
Why did I think this year would be any different?

Anita Bircham:
You look a lot older than sixteen.

Angela:
I'm in bad shape. I got involved with drugs.

Anita Bircham:
Drugs huh? Know where I can score some coke?

Angela:
Yeah, there's a machine in the dining hall.

Angela:
You look just like your son when you get mad.

Officer Barney Whitmore:
How many people have you killed this time?

Angela:
I dunno. A lot.

Officer Barney Whitmore:
You gonna kill me too?

Officer Barney Whitmore:
How? Fire? Battery acid? Strangling me? Stabbing? Drowining? An arrow? An axe? Or are you just gonna cut my head off like you did my son? Well Angela... what's it gonna be?

Angela:
A gun.