Freeway

Vanessa:
Oh God. God, that was so f***in' bad.

Vanessa:
Do you wanna get shot a whole buncha times?

Vanessa:
What are ya'll lookin' at? F*** all ya'll.

Vanessa:
F*** you, chipmunk face! And your f***in' skipper wife!

Vanessa:
Them are some mighty big f***in' teeth ya got there, Bob.

Vanessa:
Holy sh*t! Look who got beat with the ugly stick. Is that you Bob?

Vanessa:
Well look who got beaten with the ugly stick. Bob, is that you? My God, I can't believe such an itty bitty gun could make such a big mess out of someone! You are so ugly Bob! Oh and hey I heard you have one of those poop bags where the sh*t comes out the side, you're just a big old shitbag aren't you Bob! I hope you think of me every time you sh*t in that thing motherf***er!

Vanessa:
F*** all y'all.

Vanessa:
My dick may not function, but I have not lost my smile!

Vanessa:
I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal.

Guard:
You didn't have to kill me!

Vanessa:
I didn't kill you, you dirty little pervert, now give me your car keys before I cut your pecker off!

Twin#1:
Ooh, he sure is bloody.

Twin #2:
You still think he's cute?

Vanessa:
Mister, I'm a person!

Vanessa:
What, you're gonna do sex to me when I'm dead?

Vanessa:
Well I get claustrophobic suckin' strange dick, now get in there!

Vanessa:
I already told you why I shot him you sh*t-skinned motherf***er.

Vanessa:
You had your turn to speak! I think its only fair to get my 2 cents in. But when a guy does that and hurts someone who never hurt them! which makes him a criminal first and a sick guy second. Its like being crooked takes second place. And Bob, you're crooked, you've proved that to me tonight.

Ramona Lutz:
I DO clean up sir, its just that I'm under a lot of stress. My sister died 3 months ago and I am trying to get off methadone.

Ramona Lutz:
Would you please give me a cigarette?

Vanessa:
I don't give a good goddamn!

Vanessa:
Alright, I'll make out with you. But no f***ing 'cause I'm straight.

Vanessa:
'Cause I'm pissed off and the world owes me.

Ramona Lutz:
You don't know nothin' about nothin'!

Vanessa:
You shoulda let me out of the car when I asked you to, Bob. You see what happens when ya got bad manners?

Vanessa Lutz:
You f***er! You killed my grandma!

Bob Wolverton:
That's not all I did to grandma.

Rhonda:
I don't get how a person could go through their whole lives never being into girls. I just... I love girls.

Vanessa:
You can keep 'em.

Bob Wolverton:
Chicken soup, and a f***ing straw.