Jawbreaker

Fern:
She's so evil... and she's only in high school!

Courtney:
I killed Liz. I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.

Courtney:
We just killed our best friend! Do you realize what this means?

Marcie:
You're a shoo-in for prom queen?

Courtney:
I don't believe we've met, what with the cruel politics of high school and all.

Julie:
It's just weird how time erases things.

Fern:
Time doesn't erase things, people erase things.

Julie:
Yeah, people erase people.

Courtney:
Wait a minute.

Julie:
What?

Courtney:
Rape... they'll check to se if she was raped right? Maybe Liz had a friend over, you know, Mommy and Daddy's last night away, maybe he's from school, maybe not. But definitely into kink. He got a little rough, went a little to far, you know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. She screamed for help, but no one could hear her. Her screams were muffled by the huge candy ball, she tried, but there was nothing, only sugary sweet death.

Marcie:
Oh my God, that like, totally gave me the chills.

Courtney:
They'll believe it because it's thier worst nightmare: Elizabeth Purr, the very picture of teenage perfection, obliterated by perversion.

Courtney:
You know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain.

Courtney:
I have this gift, I can smell a lie.

Miss Sherwood:
You don't think that Miss Mayo could have - No. Miss Mayo is as sweet as the days are long.

Detective Vera Cruz:
It's a crazy world, Miss Sherwood. Some of the sweetest candies are sour as death inside.

Vylette:
This is high school, Detective Cruz. What is a friend anyway?

Detective Vera Cruz:
A friend is someone who tells the truth no matter what. A true friend never lies.

Courtney:
You like it?

Dane:
It's okay.

Courtney:
Okay? There's nothing kinky about "okay", now is there?

Courtney:
I mean, food's cool and all. It tastes good and you need it to live, but the mere act of eating involves thoughts of digestion, flatulation, defecation, even, shall we say, complexion defection.

Courtney:
Ok, reality check, Liz is in the trunk of this car. And she is dead. That is a sad, f***ed up thing, but you are going to walk into that school and strut your sh*t down the hallway like everything is peachy f***ing keen.

Marcie:
How about some public affection, girls?

Courtney:
Life's a b*tch, then you die.

Julie:
No, honey. You're the b*tch.

Courtney:
Oh, so aggressive! It's turning me on!

Courtney:
I taught you to disrespect us?

Fern:
You taught me to rule.

Courtney:
That's right! Rule, b*tch! But don't forget who made you!

Courtney:
Look Marce, it's like Terms of Endearment Part III, only this time the boyfriend's GAY.

Courtney:
It's not like we kill people

Courtney:
... on PURPOSE.

Courtney:
Never send a rose unless dyed black as a warning. And if one is sent to you, destroy it along with the sender. Emotionally of course. It's not like we kill people...

Courtney:
On purpose.

Courtney:
Listen b*tch, one word and you're over, I mean that.

Julie:
I'm not scared of you anymore Courtney.

Courtney:
We saw you, we all know you did it.

Julie:
No one will ever believe you!

Courtney:
Ask Fern, ask Marcie... We saw everything.

Julie:
You f***ing liar.

Courtney:
One word, and you perish, I promise you that... Toodles!

Marcie:
AHH! She is gonna die! This is so much better then what we did last year!

Courtney:
I wish *I* had friends that would do this for *me*!

Julie:
Yeah right! You'd have us killed!

Courtney:
Brutally maimed, my dear.

Courtney:
You knew Liz Purr right?

Fern:
I-I know *of* her

Courtney:
*Knew* of her, past tense. She's dead Fern, she died. But we've go a bit of a problem because you know we did it, you heard us. That gives you a little something Fern, and it's called power, the power to tell and you're the kind of girl that tells... A tattle-tale.

Marcie:
A rat.

Make-Up Monger #1:
I'm sorry this stall is reserved.

Gothic Girl:
What?

Make-Up Monger #1:
Haven't you met Vylette? It's all about Vylette.

Fern:
The one in the green is Courtney. She was like Satan in heels.

Marcie:
Ah!

Courtney:
What?

Marcie:
She looked at me. I swear to God she looked at me!

Courtney:
Her eyes are open. She's bound to look somewhere. My God Marcie, she's dead. Relax

Miss Sherwood:
Do you know a senior named Elizabeth Purr?

Fern:
You mean the meow?

Miss Sherwood:
Excuse me?

Fern:
Liz is the cat's meow.

Miss Sherwood:
...I'm sure she is.

Marcie:
Do you smell something?

Julie:
Hi, Fern.

Marcie:
Fern? We don't know a Fern.

Vylette:
My name's Vylette.

Julie:
What?

Vylette:
My name's Vylette.

Courtney:
Learn it.

Marcie:
Live it.

Marcie:

Courtney:
Look what the kitty dragged in.

Marcie:
Meow.

Dane:
Don't go.

Courtney:
Don't come.

Vylette:
Hi, girls!

Courtney:
What's wrong with this picture?

Courtney:
I made you, and I can break you just as easily.

Vylette:
Good idea. Kill me like you did Liz.