Yellowjackets Quotes (Season 1)

We think we know what we’re doing, but really we have no clue.

The ’50s called, they want your dumbass attitude back. Welcome to 1996. Our vaginas have, like, monologues now. And newsflash: girls like to do stuff, too. You don’t have a monopoly on that. Like, why is it your job to want to do it and my job to say no? Why do you get all the wants and needs? Who made up that stupid f***ing rule, anyway?[to Travis]

You guys are just as f***ed-up as I am. You’re just better at lying to yourselves.[to Taissa and Shauna]

You can think what you want. Opinion is the wilderness between knowledge and ignorance.

You can learn so much about a person by going through their personal refuse.

Speaking of that curfew that you’re so eager to be free from? Get ready to have a different kind of cramp on your weekends, because there is no one lonelier than a recent divorcé. You will be spending your Friday nights in your dad’s sad little apartment, eating cold pizza on the sofa you know he cries into. And after a few months of that, just when you start to think, “Oh, okay, Dad’s taking a little bit better care of himself now,” get ready. Because that is when he is gonna come to you for dating advice, which I don’t doubt you’ll be able to give him, because most of those girls will be about your age. But, hey, you’re the one holding the trump card here.[to Callie]

It doesn’t matter how shitty they are. It still f***s you up when they’re gone.[to Travis, about fathers]

You remember when you tried to become Catholic?[Jackie]I liked the saints. They were all so tragic.[Shauna Sadecki]

I know when you look at me, you don’t see someone you should be afraid of, but you’re wrong.[to Jessica Roberts]

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]