Girl, Interrupted (1999)
Susanna Kaysen: How am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease?
Cynthia: Hey John, call me a cab. John: Okay, you're a cab.
Susanna Kaysen: 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 to feel alive. It's pathetic.
Lisa Rowe: If I could have any job in the world I'd be a professional Cinderella.
Dr. Potts: You've been feeling bad in general. You've been feeling depressed? Susanna Kaysen: Well, I haven't exactly been a ball of joy, Melvin.
Susana Kaysen: [narrating] Seeing death... really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.
Susanna Kaysen: Is that what you learned in your advanced studies at night school for Negro welfare mothers?
Susanna Kaysen: [narrating] Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa, 'cause I have a chance... and a life. Lisa: You call this a life? Taking daddy's money! Buying all your dollies and your knick-knacks! Fattening up like a prize fucking heifer. You changed the scenery but not the fucking situation. And everybody knows -- *everybody* knows -- that he fucks you. But what they don't know... is that you like it.
Janet: I want my fucking clothes! Valerie: Then I guess you'll have to eat something, won't you? Janet: [singing] Oh Lordy, pick a bale o cotton, Oh Lordy, pick a bale o hay, gotta jump down spin around pick a bale o cotton, jump down spin around, pick a bale o hay... Valerie: [to Susanna] She thinks that bothers me.
Susanna Kaysen: Oh my God... a guy I know was just drafted. Janet: What's his name? Susanna Kaysen: Tobey. Janet: Well, he's dead now.
Daisy: Which do you like better? Taking a dump alone or with Valerie watching? Susanna Kaysen: Alone. Daisy: Everyone likes to be alone when it comes out, I like to be alone when it goes in. Eating in the cafeteria is like being with twenty girls all at once taking a dump. Lisa: That is fucked up, Daisy.
Lisa: We are mostly men and we are very rare. Janet: Lisa thinks she's hot shit cause she's a sociopath. Cynthia: I'm a sociopath. Lisa: No, you're a dyke.
Susanna Kaysen: You know, taking us out for ice cream in the middle of a blizzard makes you wonder who the real wack jobs are.
Susanna Kaysen: What kind of sex isn't casual?
Susanna Kaysen: I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. -
Lisa Rowe: Lady, back off! Mrs. Gilcrest: Was I talking to you? Lisa Rowe: No, you were spitting on me, so mellow fuckin' out! Mrs. Gilcrest: Don't you tell me what to do. Lisa Rowe: Look, she gave your husband a rim job. Big fuckin' deal! I'm sure he was begging for it, and I heard it was like a pencil anyway. Mrs. Gilcrest: Why you -- how dare you! Lisa Rowe: Some advice, okay? Just don't point your fuckin' finger at crazy people!
Susanna Kaysen: Am I in trouble for kissing an orderly or giving my boyfriend a blowjob?
Lisa Rowe: So, what's your diag-nonsense?