Friendship doesn’t matter. Love doesn’t matter. They’re just things that we use to pretend we aren’t gonna end up like dead cabin guy; like rotted-out husks in some bulls*** attic. But of course that’s how it ends. That’s all we are the whole time. It doesn’t matter. We’re just shells with nothing inside.[to Travis]
Doomcoming. Tomorrow night, we’ll drink rotten berries and celebrate our impending death.
Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure with a little effort you can overcome the sexist part.[to Travis]
At first, I thought it was your mother. But then she had an alibi. And then I saw the picture, and I remembered that mothers and daughters share mitochondrial DNA, and apparently homicidal tendencies.[to Callie]
You’re so obsessed with yourself, I’m surprised you’re aware other people even exist.[to Jackie]
You’re not gonna leave me alone, are you?[Lisa]I took an oath. And vacation days at work.[Misty Quigley]
You only have leverage if I am not willing to make you talk, which, in this case, means that you have no leverage at all.[to Jessica Roberts]
When a girl sets her mind to it, there’s nothing she can’t get from a man.[to Misty]
What’s the point in having all your connections if you can’t use them?[to Taissa]
We don’t get to decide. It chooses.
We can make all the pacts and vows of silence that we want, but if you really think about it, the only way to truly be safe, to be 100% f***ing certain that nobody is ever gonna spill your darkest secrets, is to be the only one left.[to Melissa]
There’s only ever one rule: Win.[to Misty]
