Charlotte Flax: Oh, I'm going to hell for sure. Here he
is, talking about his dead mother and I can't help wishing
his hands were unbuttoning my dress!
Mrs. Flax: Alright, you know what? I'll make you a deal.
You stop being a little bitch for, let's say, oh, I don't
know, an hour or two, and I won't knock the religion of
your choice for a week.
Charlotte Flax: Please God don't let me fall in love and
want to do disgusting things. ...Dear God, I love the way
he throws.
Mrs. Flax: Why don't you stop being a bitch, for let's say
an hour, and I'll not knock the religion of your choice
for a week.
Charlotte: I wanted to ask her what color her bra was and
if she had pure thoughts every second of the day, but...
Charlotte: I'm going to make a real sandwich; one that a
man can sink his teeth into.
Mrs. Flax: Who's that? Charlotte Flax: That's Mr. Crane,
my history teacher, and he is very nice. Mrs. Flax: *He*
is an asshole. Charlotte Flax: You haven't even met him
yet! Mrs. Flax: I don't to meet him. He's driving an Edsel,
for Christ's sake.
Mrs. Flax: Charlotte, I know you're planning a celibate
life, but with half my chromosomes, I think that might be
tough.
Charlotte Flax: A word about Mrs. Flax and food: the word
is "hors d'oeurves." Fun Finger Foods is her main source
book and it's all the woman cooks.
