Chip: [to Olive] I like the pants.
Olive Penderghast: Thank you. They're Costco. You can have them when you get taller.
Chip: I'm never gonna go through puberty.
Rosemary: Course you will. But we're a family of late bloomers. I didn't until I was 14. Nor did Olive.
Chip: Why does that
matter? I'm adopted.
Dill: [pretending to be freaking out] What? Oh my God! Who told you? Guys, we were going to do this at the right time.
Nina: [spiteful] Perhaps you should embroider a red A on your wardrobe, you abominable tramp.
Olive Penderghast: Perhaps you should GET a wardrobe, you abominable twat.
Rosemary: Olive! There's a young man here to see you
[starts speaking in a Southern accent]
Rosemary: He said something about askin' for your hand in marriage!
Olive Penderghast: [Also speaking in a Southern accent] Oh, happy day, Mama! Oh, I thought I was gonna have to spend my dowry on booze and pills to numb the loneliness.
A gentleman caller, hurray!
Olive Penderghast: Don't you think it's a little strange that your boyfriend is 22 years old and still in high school?
Marianne: Not that it's any of your busniess, trollop, but he is here by choice.
Olive Penderghast: So it's his choice that he's a fourth year senior who can't pass any test he takes?
Marianne: No, silly,
[points up]
Marianne: His. His, with a capital H. If God wanted him to graduate, then God would have given him the right answers.
Olive Penderghast: [laughs] I'm sorry, but you gotta be shittin' me, woman.
Olive Penderghast: Ironically, we were studying "The Scarlet Letter", but isn't that always the way? The books you read in class always seem to have a strong connection with whatever angsty adolescent drama is being recounted. I consider this. Except for "Huckleberry Finn", 'cause I don't know any teenage boys who have ever run away with a big, hulking black guy.
Olive Penderghast: Do you have a religion section?
Bookstore guy: It's right over there. Can I help you with something?
Olive Penderghast: The Bible.
Bookstore guy: That's in bestsellers, right next to Twilight.
Olive Penderghast: What's your problem?
Rhiannon: You really want to know what my problem is?
Olive Penderghast: No, actually, that was a rhetorical question. I don't want to know anything from you.
Rhiannon: We are not friends anymore.
Olive Penderghast: Oh.
Rhiannon: We are officially over!
Olive Penderghast: OH RATS!
Rhiannon: Hey, I want my Juicy sweatshirt back! It's way too loose around your chest anyway!
Olive Penderghast: Ohhhhh, burn!
Marianne: I just hope for your sake you had the good sense to use protection.
Olive Penderghast: Why? Your parents didn't.
Rosemary: Not to mention how you have been dressing these past few days. No judgment, but you kind of look like a stripper.
Olive Penderghast: Mom!
Dill: [to Olive] A high-end stripper, for governors or athletes.
Mr. Griffith: I don't know what your generation's fascination is with documenting your every thought... but I can assure you, they're not all diamonds. "Roman is having an OK day, and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof." Who gives a rat's ass?
Olive Penderghast: [Mocks interest] He got a Coke Zero AGAIN. Ah, that Roman. Incorrigible.
Rhiannon: Please tell me the rumors are true!
Olive Penderghast: Yes. Yes, I am a big fat slut.
Rhiannon: No, no! Not that one. The one where you got suspended for calling Nina Howell a dick and punched her in the left tit.
Olive Penderghast: I worry about the way information circulates at this school.
Dill: The family member of the week gets to pick the movie.
Olive Penderghast: [to Rosemary] You get family member of the week every week.
Rosemary: And there's a reason for that.
Olive Penderghast: Yeah, you pick family member of the week!
Rosemary: [with phony innocence] Are you
accusing me of nepotism?