Inside Monkey Zetterland

Daphne:
You're a fag, baby!

Daphne:
Throw it all out into the universe, baby!

Daphne:
The thing is, Monkey, you'd change if you could, but you can't, and even if you could, you really shouldn't. And stop being such a f***in' p*ssy about your curtains.

Monkey:
My father was constantly calling life an illusion; 'karma' was also a convenient way to shirk parental responsibility. In my mind echoes, "Sorry I missed your baseball game, Monkey, but it's your karma, and life is an illusion anyway, boy-uh."

Imogene:
Tami Peterson delivered a monologue in the middle of the quad on the insignificance of my performance art. She called it "Imogene: What do you mean?!"

Imogene:
Now let me ask you something I've always wondered about. After you have the baby, does your p*ssy ever go back to it's natural tightness?

Cindy:
I'm a dyke. It's not an issue.

Brent Zetterland:
But seriously, Monkey, does my hair look okay like this?

Monkey:
Brent, you live in a beautiful shell - go with it.

Monkey:
As a child I always felt responsible for my mom. Dad would be gone. She'd be alone for months, sometimes years, and eventually dad would come home. And I'd be okay. And everything would be all right. 'Cause mom would be saved.

Imogene:
Una el coka dieta!

Imogene:
Excuse me, very rude and obnoxious stranger.

Imogene:
Tami Peterson has always been hyper-critical of my performance art. I mean she even delivered a speech in the quad about it called "Imogene: What do You Mean?" I mean, how could she do that to me? I've always been so nice to her!