Living Out Loud

Judith Moore:
I used to be dangerous. I don't know what happened.

Judith Moore:
Awful, awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do about crack babies? Terrorism?! I can't stand those terrorists, they're so mad at everybody, I wish they'd just get over it! Maybe I should adopt a crack baby, sent it to a good school, get a chance of... Oh shut up! I'm gonna raise an inner city child in this building? I can't stand the people in this building, with their jeeps and their loafers. Their mean, stuck-up private school kids will make fun of my crack baby, my crack baby will have no play dates, poor kid. Awful, what do they expect us to do with all this information? What am I suppose to do with all this information? Awful, awful, awful.

Judith Moore:
When you're laying in the gutter, you can see underneath people better than usual.

Liz Bailey:
You don't seem the gutter type.

Judith Moore:
Oh, I'm a native. I just clean up well.

Liz Bailey:
I was married. My husband cheated on me left and right. One day he tells me it's MY fault he saw other women. So I picked up a knife, and told him it was HIS fault I was stabbing him.

Judith Moore:
What is the point of what you're doing?

Judith Moore:
Fixing your makeup. He's going to dump you eventually for someone younger, so what is the point? I mean, you're a nice looking woman. Why does everything have to be about men?

Judith Moore:
It's amazing, isn't it? The things you find yourself agreeing to?

Judith Moore:
I want to feel my life. I want to stop agreeing to things, I don't really want.

Pat:
Then stop!

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