![]() Veronica: All we want is to be treated like human beings, not to be experimented on like guinea pigs or patronized like bunny rabbits. J.D.: Wonder how he'd react if his son had a limp wrist with a pulse. Kurt's Dad: My son's a homosexual, and I love him. Technically I did not kill Heather Chandler, but hey, who am I trying to kid, right? I just want my high school to be a nice place. (smiles) Praise Jesus! Hallelujah! Veronica Sawyer: Hi, I'm sorry. ![]() Heather Duke: I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times, and I felt bad every time I did it, but I kept doing it anyway. ![]() Hail Mary, who aren't in heaven, pray for all us sinners so we don't get caught. Ram Sweeney: Jesus, God in Heaven, why did you have to kill such hot snatch? It's a joke, man. Plus, early acceptance into an Ivy League school and please let it be Harvard. Peter Dawson: Dear God, please make sure this never happens to me, cause I don't think I can handle suicide. Please send Heather to Heaven and all that. Heather McNamara: Oh God, this is a tragic thing, and sometimes I have a hard time dealing with it and stuff. Well, at least you got what ya wanted, ya know? Veronica: Got what I wanted?! It is one thing to want somebody out of your life! It is another thing to serve them a wake-up cup full of liquid drainer! Veronica: Oh my God! I just killed my best friend! J.D.: And your worst enemy! Veronica: Same difference! J.D.: What are we gonna tell the cops? "Fuck it if she can't take a joke, Sarge"?! Veronica: Oh, the cops! I can't believe this is my life! Oh my God! I'm gonna have to send my SAT scores to San Quentin instead of Stanford! J.D.: Ah, right. Nobody at Westerburg's gonna let you play their reindeer games! I got paid in puke! Veronica: LICK IT UP, BABY! Lick! It! Up! Heather Chandler: Monday morning, you're history. Heather Chandler: You stupid fuck! Veronica: You goddamn bitch! Heather Chandler: You were nothing before you met me! You were playing Barbies with Betty Finn! You were a bluebird! You were a brownie! You were a Girl Scout cookie! I got you into a Remington party! What's my thanks? It's on a hallway carpet. J.D.: Maybe it's time to take a vacation. Veronica: Well, it's just like - they're people I work with, and our job is being popular and shit. J.D.: I.I don't really like your friends either. J.D.: Is your life perfect? Veronica: I'm on my way to a party at Remington University. Veronica's Mom: When teenagers complain that they want to be treated like human beings, it's usually because they are being treated like human beings.ĭialogue Kurt: Hey, Ram, doesn't this cafeteria have a no fags policy? J.D.: Well, they, uh, seem to have an open door policy on assholes, though, don't they?.Father Ripper: We must pray the other teenagers of Sherwood, Ohio know the name of that righteous dude who can solve their problems: it's Jesus Christ, and he's in the book.Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? First you ask if you can be red, knowing that I'm always red.I'm worshipped at Westerburg and I'm only a junior. They all want me as a friend or a fuck.You got power, power I didn’t think you had. you really fucked me up pretty bad, Veronica. The extreme always seems to make an impression.Today was great, chaos is great! Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.Our love is god, let's go get a slushie!.Kurt and Ram had nothing left to offer the school except date rapes and AIDS jokes. I say we just grow up, be adults, and die.Suicide gave Heather depth, Kurt a soul, Ram a brain! I don't know what it's given me, but I have no control over myself when I'm with J.D.! Are we going to prom or to hell?! Everybody's sad.but it's kind of a weird kind of sad. Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.West! God! I sound like a fucking psycho. Killing Heather would be like offing the wicked witch of the west. Dear Diary, Betty Finn was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatch dogs and Diet Coke heads.I said, so you teach people how to spread their wings and fly? She said, "Yes." I said, "You're beautiful." You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. Dear Diary: Heather told me she teaches people "real life." She said real life sucks losers dry.If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be a human being, you'd be a game show host.
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