Daphne:
You're a fag, baby!

Daphne:
Throw it all out into the universe, baby!

Daphne:
The thing is, Monkey, you'd change if you could, but you can't, and even if you could, you really shouldn't. And stop being such a fuckin' pussy about your curtains.

Monkey:
My father was constantly calling life an illusion; 'karma' was also a convenient way to shirk parental responsibility. In my mind echoes, "Sorry I missed your baseball game, Monkey, but it's your karma, and life is an illusion anyway, boy-uh."

Imogene:
Tami Peterson delivered a monologue in the middle of the quad on the insignificance of my performance art. She called it "Imogene: What do you mean?!"