Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.
Cecilia: Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.
Tim Weiner: What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.
Narrator: We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
Adult Trip Fontaine: She was the still point of the turning world, man.
Trip Fontaine: You're a stone fox.
Tim Weiner: When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly.
Cecilia: [voiceover, reading from her diary] Lux lost it over Kevin Haynes, the garbageman. She'd wake up at 5 in the morning and lay about on the front porch like it wasn't completely obvious! She wrote his name in marker in all her bras and underwear and mum found them and bleached out all the Kevins. Lux has been crying on her bed all day
Narrator: What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.
Narrator: Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn't leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations... of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.
Narrator: No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, could produce such beautiful creatures.
Rannie: I baked a pie full of rat poison. I though I could eat it, you know, without being suspicious. My nana, who is 86...
[starts to break down]
Rannie: she really likes sweets. She had three pieces.
Cecilia: [voiceover, reading from her diary] The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
Lux Lisbon: I can't breath in here.
Mrs Lisbon: Lu, you are safe, in here.
Narrator: We felt the imprisonment of being a girl.
Narrator: Given Lux's failure to make curfew everyone expected a crackdown, but few anticipated it would be so drastic. The girls were taken out of school, and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house in maximum-security isolation.
Jake Hill Conley: Don't let it die a virgin.
Principal Woodhouse: Your daughters haven't been in school for over two weeks.
Mr. Lisbon: Have you checked out back?
Mr. Lisbon: [talking to his plants] Have we photosynthesized our breakfast today?
