"Blaine Tuttle: He used to sneak into my dorm room every month. We'd go at it for a little while, and then, as soon as he'd come, he'd start freaking out. "What are you doing, man? I'm not a fag. If you tell anybody, I'll kick your ass!" God. The only reason I let him keep up the charade is because the man's got a mouth like a hoover. Ooh!"

"Greg McConnell: What is this, Grandma with a birthday present? Suck it, you dumb bitch!"

"You spend all your time preaching about waiting for love. Well here it is. Right in front of you, and you're going to turn your back on it. So I guess we're just fucked. I'll move on. But you are going to have to live the rest of your life knowing that you've turned your back on love. And that makes you a hypocrite. Have a nice life."

"We've done some pretty fucked up shit in our time but this... I mean, we're destroying an innocent girl. You do realize that?"

"I'm sick of sleeping with these insipid Manhattan debutantes. Nothing shocks them anymore."

"I didn't know it was asshole day at the Valmont house."

"[to his therapist] You have killer legs. I'd love to photograph them..."

"You're just a toy, Sebastian. A little toy I like to play with."

"People don't change overnight, you and I are two of a kind."

"You're telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn't? God, are you a chump."

"When I'm through with Cecile, she'll be the premier tramp of the New York area."

"Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."

"I hate it when things don't go my way. It makes me so horny."

"She's quite cute, you know. Young, supple breasts, a tight, firm ass... uncharted booty... Be her Captain Picard, Valmont. Boldly go where no man has gone before."

"Introduce her to your world of sex, drugs and...what else do you do?"

"Everybody loves me, and I intend to keep it that way."

"Jesus can see everything. He tells me you moved, by Christ, I'll beat you brainless."

"You see, no one's going to help you Bubby, because there isn't anybody out there to do it. No one. We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles — we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don't die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God. There can be no God; it's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being, maybe, because we, we who don't even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the earth. We measure; we plot; we create wonderful music. We are the architects of our own existence. What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God who slaughters millions of innocent children, slowly and agonizingly starves them to death, beats them, tortures them, rejects them. What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God, damn him, think him out of existence. It is our duty to think God out of existence. It is our duty to insult him. Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant, you non-existent fraud! It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence. Then we have a future. Because then — and only then — do we take full responsibility for who we are. And that's what you must do, Bubby: think God out of existence; take responsibility for who you are."

"Angel: You're rich, you're handsome...... you think it's OK to make fun of people like me...... well, it's just hurtful......""

"What do you think of your dinner, Mr. Pop?" "Pizza be better than this!"

"Bubby is the apprentice Roadie. Band Member: "Yeah Righto. Just don't drop the fucking speaker!""

"[to traffic cop] Get off of the fuckin' road you greenie bastard! Get off of the fuckin' road you greenie bastard! Get off..." [cop drags Bubby out of car & beats him "I don't like smart cunts!"]"

"Two of those wonderfully fattening chocolate eclairs please, Sam!"

"Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare! Angel be beautiful. God be a useless cunt!"

"[upon discovery of dead cat in Bubby's luggage] That be Cat!"

"Jesus can see everything I do... and he's going to beat me brainless!"

"Pop get pizza for cat!"

"Bubby being left to die... me Pop now!"

"You're a sexy woman Flo, you've got great big whoppa's."

"Christ, I beat you brainless."

"God be a useless cunt!"

"Be still ya litte cunt! I'll beat ya brainless!"

"Me be Pop now."

"Come on, cat. Pizza!"

"You be sexy woman, Flo."

"How come... cat no gas mask? Don't need one... cats don't breathe."

"Angel: Here's your bed, and there's your suitcase, and I've put your cat in the freezer, and we can bury that tomorrow, ok?"

"Council worker: Oi, piss off out the way mate, I gotta cut this tree down... Hey, you fuckin deaf...You're a queer looking rooster aren't ya? what are ya one of them fuck in' greenies aye, C'mon on, fuck off or I'll cut your prick off.....fuckin idiot...go on, get out of it"

"I know you're in there Florence.... I'll be back....."

"Christ Flo, you gotta see the funny side of it, all these years and I never know'd I had a son"

"Christ, kid, you're a weirdo!"

"Hey what's up son, you got a mental condition or something?"

"Yeah yeah alright. Don't go making a big thing of it."

"Hey son, you can call me pop. I'm your pop."

"You still look good, Flo. You always were a good looking broad."

"I sing this song when I want to be close to my good friend Jesus........"

"Lick your tongue, now lick me here.... that prickles..."

"Chris Evans — Jake Wyler"

"Ron Lester — Reggie Ray"