Lydia:
I'm too pretty to die!

Gloria:
She makes me want to stick a knife in my head.

Gloria:
Why do I have to turn 33?

Billy:
Don't worry, I'll help you.

Gloria:
Why would you want to help me? I just raped you.

Jimbo:
Why can't you look like a supermodel?

Gloria:
'Cause I'm not really a girl.

Lydia:
You look so different from your pictures in the magazines.

Gloria:
It's called airbrushing; it's designed to make you look happy.

Gloria's mother:
Gloria, I want you back here tonight by six o'clock. I don't want any of these all-night things going on while your cousin is here. We don't want her thinking you're a slut.

Gloria:
But I am a slut, mother.

Billy:
You make me feel like...like I'm in the third grade again, you know? Like, like when everything I ever wanted seemed possible.