Mistress America

Brooke:
You are much more of an a**hole than you initially appear.

Brooke:
Sometimes I look like I have fat arms.

Dylan:
I like fat arms.

Dylan:
Whatever you're doing, it's working.

Brooke:
No, it isn't.

Tracy:
Your tragedy is your armor.

Brooke:
Please, somebody defend me against this monster.

Nicolette:
Why don't you just put pasta up her p*ssy?

Brooke:
There's no adultery when you're eighteen. You should all be touching each other all the time.

Brooke:
I'll probably end up doing something depressing, but young.

Tony:
I need someone I can love, not keep up with.

Tracy:
If I could only keep up my look, I'd be the most beautiful woman in the world.

Brooke:
New York isn't the New York I used to know. There's too much construction.

Brooke:
I thought I might actually go to college. I'm not an amputee.

Brooke:
I like to drink.

Tracy:
I'm so impressed by you and so worried for you at the same time.

Brooke:
Stop calling her these old-timey names.

Brooke:
You think that I'm a running carcass, that I'm doomed to failure?

Brooke:
I don't give a sh*t, because I am not a friend of Tennessee Williams.

Brooke:
Of course it's possible to hurt me. I'm the most sensitive person.

Dylan:
I just learned what case-sensitive meant, like seriously, yesterday.

Tracy:
I went through a breakup too.

Tracy:
If I'm not in my body, where am I?

Tracy:
Being a beacon of hope for the rest of the world is a lonely business.

Brooke:
I think I'm sick, and I don't know if my ailment has a name. It's just me sitting and staring at the internet or the television for long periods of time, interspersed by trying to not do that and then lying about what I've been doing. And then I'll get so excited about something that the excitement overwhelms me and I can't sleep or do anything and I just am in love with everything but can't figure out how to make myself work in the world.

Tracy:
I think I have that too.

Tracy:
They were matches to her bonfire. She was the last cowboy, all romance and failure. The world was changing, and her kind didn't have anywhere to go. Being a beacon of hope for lesser people is a lonely business.

Tracy:
It was clear that the thing that Meadow wanted most in the world, the thing that she wanted to define her, to give her a place to put her time and talents, her everything, the restaurant, it was clear that it will never happen. The most surprising thing was that Meadow was actually surprised by it. She could see the world with painful accuracy, but she couldn't see herself or her fate. And because I was in love with her I decided I couldn't see it either.

Brooke:
I want the whole deal. I want the dead-on-my-feet-wake-up-and-I'm-40. I've spent my whole life chasing after things and knocking at doors... and I'm tired of running towards people. I want to be the place that people come to. I want to make a home for all the knockers and runners. I'm good at that. I'm happy with that. I keep the hearth. That's a word, right? Hearth?

Brooke:
That's cool about the frozen yogurt machine. Everyone I know dies.

Brooke:
It's weird that someone that studies rocks is really into Jesus.

Brooke:
I just wasn't brought up that way.

Brooke:
I don't give a sh*t because I'm not a friend of Tennessee Williams!

Tracy's mom:
You aren't sarcastic, don't pretend to be.

Brooke:
I never went to college. I'm an autodidact. Do you know what that means?

Tracy:
Yes

Brooke:
That word is one of the things that I self-taught myself.