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Lisa: You know, there’s too many buttons in the world. There’s too many buttons and they’re just- There’s way too many just begging to be pressed, they’re just begging to be pressed, you know? They’re just - they’re just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn’t anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn’t anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I’m a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead?
Susanna: Because you’re dead already, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa because you’re dead already. Your heart is cold. That’s why you keep coming back here. You’re not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive. It’s pathetic.
Susanna: I’ve wasted a year of my life. Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is “stupid” and “ignorant” but I’d rather be in it. I’d rather be fucking in it than down here with you.

Lisa: You know, there’s too many buttons in the world. There’s too many buttons and they’re just- There’s way too many just begging to be pressed, they’re just begging to be pressed, you know? They’re just - they’re just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn’t anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn’t anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I’m a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead?

Susanna: Because you’re dead already, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa because you’re dead already. Your heart is cold. That’s why you keep coming back here. You’re not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive. It’s pathetic.

Susanna: I’ve wasted a year of my life. Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is “stupid” and “ignorant” but I’d rather be in it. I’d rather be fucking in it than down here with you.

Lisa: Hey Troch, what’a doin?
Polly: Nothing.
Lisa: Well, why don’t you go in your room and do nothin’.

Lisa: Hey Troch, what’a doin?

Polly: Nothing.

Lisa: Well, why don’t you go in your room and do nothin’.

Lisa: We are very rare and we are mostly men.
Janet: Lisa thinks she’s hot shit cause she’s a sociopath.
Cynthia: I’m a sociopath.
Lisa: No, you’re a dyke.

Lisa: We are very rare and we are mostly men.

Janet: Lisa thinks she’s hot shit cause she’s a sociopath.

Cynthia: I’m a sociopath.

Lisa: No, you’re a dyke.

Daisy: Which do you like better? Taking a dump alone or with Valerie watching?
Susanna: Alone.
Daisy: Everyone likes to be alone when it comes out. I like to be alone when it goes in. To me, the cafeteria is like being with twenty girls all at once taking a dump.
Lisa: That is fucked up, Daisy.

Daisy: Which do you like better? Taking a dump alone or with Valerie watching?

Susanna: Alone.

Daisy: Everyone likes to be alone when it comes out. I like to be alone when it goes in. To me, the cafeteria is like being with twenty girls all at once taking a dump.

Lisa: That is fucked up, Daisy.

Lisa: Help me understand, Dais ‘cause, I thought you didn’t do Valium.  Tell me how this safety net is working for you. Tell me that you don’t  take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to  press down. Tell me how your *daddy* helps you cope with that.  Illuminate me.
Daisy: You’re just jealous, Lisa… because I got better… because I was released… because I have a chance… at a life.
Lisa: They didn’t release you ‘cause you’re better, Daisy, they  just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy’s money, buying  your dollies and your knick-knacks… and eatin’ his fuckin’ chicken,  fattening up like a prize fuckin’ heifer? You changed the scenery, but  not the fucking situation - and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. What they don’t know… is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.Daisy: My father loves me.
Lisa: I bet. With every inch of his manhood.

Lisa: Help me understand, Dais ‘cause, I thought you didn’t do Valium. Tell me how this safety net is working for you. Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down. Tell me how your *daddy* helps you cope with that. Illuminate me.

Daisy: You’re just jealous, Lisa… because I got better… because I was released… because I have a chance… at a life.

Lisa: They didn’t release you ‘cause you’re better, Daisy, they just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy’s money, buying your dollies and your knick-knacks… and eatin’ his fuckin’ chicken, fattening up like a prize fuckin’ heifer? You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation - and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. What they don’t know… is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.

Daisy: My father loves me.

Lisa: I bet. With every inch of his manhood.

This shit is like a creating sharks: if you fail to feed them, can bet, they’ll attack you. Now, if you keep a daily routine and feeds they, unless one is with a terrible toothache, the likelihood of they attacking you is minimal.

This shit is like a creating sharks: if you fail to feed them, can bet, they’ll attack you. Now, if you keep a daily routine and feeds they, unless one is with a terrible toothache, the likelihood of they attacking you is minimal.

Susanna: What happened to Polly?
Lisa: What needs to happen? No one’s ever gonna’ kiss her, man. You know, they’re building a new Disney Land in Florida. If I could have any job in the world, I’d be a professional Cinderella. You could be Snow White. And Polly could be Minnie Mouse. Everyone would hug her and kiss her and love her and no one would ever know what was in that big ol’ head of hers, you know?

Susanna: What happened to Polly?

Lisa: What needs to happen? No one’s ever gonna’ kiss her, man. You know, they’re building a new Disney Land in Florida. If I could have any job in the world, I’d be a professional Cinderella. You could be Snow White. And Polly could be Minnie Mouse. Everyone would hug her and kiss her and love her and no one would ever know what was in that big ol’ head of hers, you know?

Aprendi que se eu voltar a procurar o que meu coração quer não irei além do jardim da minha própria casa pois, se não estiver lá, é porque nunca cheguei a perder.

- Hey Margie.
- Hello Lisa.
- What’s doing?
- Check’s.
- How’s Joe?
- Him’s fine.
- Yeah.
- Lisa, I have to do my check’s.
- Huh, and spend five minutes with me is a neglect your job? And if I bleeding? You ignore me and continue your checks?
- Lisa, stop.
- Stop what, dammit? Look. Go ahead.
- That’s enough!
- If you take a step, I shove it into my aorta!
- Stop!
- Lisa, the aorta is in your chest.
- Good to know! I’ll take note.
- Great.

- Hey Margie.

- Hello Lisa.

- What’s doing?

- Check’s.

- How’s Joe?

- Him’s fine.

- Yeah.

- Lisa, I have to do my check’s.

- Huh, and spend five minutes with me is a neglect your job? And if I bleeding? You ignore me and continue your checks?

- Lisa, stop.

- Stop what, dammit? Look. Go ahead.

- That’s enough!

- If you take a step, I shove it into my aorta!

- Stop!

- Lisa, the aorta is in your chest.

- Good to know! I’ll take note.

- Great.

-  Ronny.-  Sim?

-  Tem calda de chocolate?
-  Sim.

- Quero um sundae de baunilha com calda de chocolate... e cobertura tutti-frutti.
E... chantilly, cerejas e...

- duas bolas?
-  Ronny.

- Sim? - Tem calda de chocolate?
- Sim. - Quero um sundae de baunilha com calda de chocolate... e cobertura tutti-frutti. E... chantilly, cerejas e... - duas bolas?