Mrs. Pascal:
Jackie and Marty belong to each other. Jackie's hand was holding Marty's penis when they came out the womb.

Lesly:
I can't talk that way about your brother.

Jackie-O:
"Pretend he is not my brother, I do".

Jackie-O:
I watch soap operas. I bake brownies. Normalcy is coursing through my veins.

Jackie-O:
Were you poor? Did you eat chicken pot pie?

Jackie-O:
You be him, and I'll be her.

Mrs. Pascal:
Oh my God, I sounded just like a mother! Didn't I sound just like a mother?

Marty:
You are a mother.

Mrs. Pascal:
I know, but I still can't believe it. I look at you people and wonder, how did you ever fit in my womb?

Lesly:
This is how you raised them?

Mrs. Pascal:
You raise cattle. Children just happen.

Lesly:
You were spying on us?

Mrs. Pascal:
A mother doesn't spy. A mother pays attention.

Jackie-O:
We all have our secrets.

Lesly:
So what if I slept with his brother? He slept with his sister!

Jackie-O:
It's okay, Anthony. I understand.

Anthony:
Understand what?

Jackie-O:
Just because Marty's attracted to girls doesn't mean you have to be.

Anthony:
I'm attracted to girls!

Jackie-O:
Really? Are you sure?

Anthony:
Yes!

Jackie-O:
Hmm...

Jackie-O:
We don't have any pancakes here.

Marty:
Are you being wise?

Jackie-O:
One day I woke up wise.

Marty:
One day I woke up stupid.

Jackie-O:
What'd you do?

Marty:
I went back to bed.

Jackie-O:
That was wise.

Jackie-O:
Goo is what tape is all about. Goo is what makes it tape. Without goo, it would just be paper.

Jackie-O:
Well, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. There's this thing I've heard, and if I thought for one second it was true I'd probably kill myself. Does your fiancee work - in a doughnut shop?

Jackie-O:
I worked too hard to get sane for you to leave!

Mrs. Pascal:
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to baste the turkey and hide the kitchen knives.

Jackie-O:
Pennsylvania's just this state that's in your way when you want to get somewhere else.

Jackie-O:
Love is for tiny people with tiny lives.

Jackie-O:
What about what *we* have?

Marty:
*Had*

Jackie-O:
I don't recognize the past tense.

Jackie-O:
Sorry about that, Marty, I didn't mean to maim you. I only meant to kill you.

Marty:
These things happen.

Mrs. Pascal:
I really have no idea who my children belong to.

Jackie-O:
No, Peter and I have nothing in common. You and I, Marty, have a lot in common; parents, dna, bone structure.

Anthony:
I always carry crazy glue.

Jackie-O:
They've switched me - I used to be green, now I'm brown. I wanted a pill to match my eyes. Color me beautiful!

Anthony:
Nobody *buys* matches. People *find* matches.

Mrs. Pascal:
There is no television and no food. What else is there to stay up for?

Anthony:
What did it look like?

Jackie-O:
It looked like a hairbrush, like a brush you brush your hair with.

Mrs. Pascal:
Was it pink?

Jackie-O:
Yes, it was pink, goddamn it! It was pink! It was pink and now is gone!

Mrs. Pascal:
What's that gun doing there?

Jackie-O:
It's not a gun. It's a camera.

Mrs. Pascal:
It's a gun.

Jackie-O:
It's a camera that looks like a gun.

Marty:
Relax, Mama, it isn't loaded.

Mrs. Pascal:
How do you know?

Marty:
I checked.

Mrs. Pascal:
What's it doing there?

Jackie-O:
Being gunlike, gunesque, gunonic.

Mrs. Pascal:
Where did it come from?

Jackie-O:
God?

Jackie-O:
Guess where I am? I'm in a box and I can't get out.

Marty:
No. I'm in a box and I can't get out.

Jackie-O:
Well, I'm sorry that wasn't a very good mime, Marty, I didn't see that at all.