Craft

Driver:
Watch out for the weirdos, girls.

Nancy:
We are the weirdos, mister.

Nancy:
You know, in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her.

Nancy:
I drink of my sisters, and I take into myself... all the power of Manon

Sarah:
That's all?

Nancy:
You know, if I were as pathetic as you are, I would have killed myself *ages* ago. You should get on with it.

Mr. Bailey:
Can I help you?

Chris:
No one can help me.

Nancy:
If God and the Devil were playing football, Manon would be the stadium that they played on.

Sarah:
What's wrong with her?

Rochelle:
Her spell's not working.

Bonnie:
What spell?

Rochelle:
I don't know. She doesn't want to be white trash anymore. I told her, "You're white honey! Just get over it."

Nancy:
What's wrong with your scar, Sarah?

Sarah:
No, its not real.

Nancy:
Then why are you still bleeding! Run- run to your bedroom like the little coward that you are. She's so pathetic!

Sarah:
Did you tell your friends?

Chris:
...what?

Sarah:
That you're a lying sack of sh*t.

Chris:
No... b-but I will!

Rochelle:
All these songs are by Connie Francis.

Grace:
Yeah, isn't that great? Since I was a little girl all I've wanted in life was a jukebox that played nothing but Connie Francis records.

Rochelle:
Who's Connie Francis?

Grace:
Who's Connie Francis? Honey listen and learn! Connie Francis!

Nancy:
Have you ever heard of invoking the spirit? It's when you call him... Manon. It's like... it's like you take him into you. It's like he fills you. He takes everything that's gone wrong in your life and makes it all better again.

Sarah:
Relax... it's only magic. Now who's f***ing pathetic?

Sarah:
Nothing makes everything all better again.

Nancy:
Maybe not for you...

Laura Lizzie:
Ow! You pulled my hair out!

Sarah:
Sorry, I thought I saw a bug. They have shampoo for that, you know.

Laura Lizzie:
You... stupid b*tch.

Sarah:
Hey, Chris, f*** you!

Chris:
Nah.

Mitt:
But I will.

Mitt:
She's gonna cry, then I'm gonna cry, and we're all gonna cry!