People like me and you, we’re different. We’re original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don’t need these inane rites of passage to validate who we are. [to Eugene]
My mother and I spent some quality time together. Got our hands dirty.[Wednesday Addams]Gardening?[Valerie Kinbott]Grave-digging.[Wednesday Addams]
My father’s twice the man you are, and the only thing he murders is the occasional opera in the shower.[to Donovan]
Like two inmates sentenced to life on the same cell block.[Marilyn Thornhill: Are you and your mother close?]
Let’s assess, shall we? Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I’m going to live or die. It’s definitely my kind of party.