Jones:
My mother, she was deep into all of it - booze, pills, everything she could get her hands on. I was born 10 weeks premature. By the time the doctors discovered the bone disease, it was too late to treat properly. I've been suffering since before I was born.

Jones:
Well, you're good.

Lisa:
Really? I mean, not just compared to you?

Brad:
One more and I blow you little sister's best friend out of your trousers!

Lisa:
Things take time, but I can't wait forever.

Lisa:
Jones, will you kiss me?

Jones:
Ok.

Lisa:
Ok because you want to or ok because I asked you to?

Jones:
I want to.

Lisa:
Will you do it now please?

Jones:
Ok, I will but...

Jones:
You seem ok to me.

Jane:
I used to be better than ok.

Jones:
I got a motorcycle.

Blanche:
Well isn't that nice. Maybe I should throw myself off this roof and save myself the trouble of having to bury you.

Jones:
I don't think the fall would kill you, but you could try.

Jones:
What about you, Blanche? Are you making anyone miserable on a regular basis?

Jones:
You know, I've been some places - Texas, Delaware, three schools in New Hampshire, Kansas - not everwhere so maybe I'm wrong, but I think you're probably the most beautiful woman in the world.

Blanche:
Some people come into you're life, destined to leave it. You can wrap you're arms tight around them, but the best you can hope to do is slow them down a little... cause there's just no holding on tight enough.