Party Girl

Derrick:
And he looked in my eyes and he said "I don't understand you." Isn't that amazing, that he saw how complex I am?

Mary:
Maybe he just didn't understand you.

Derrick:
What do you mean?

Mary:
You said he didn't understand English very well. Maybe he just... didn't understand you.

Derrick:
Have you seen Karl?

Mary:
Ugh! He came already, he's not coming back.

Mary:
Whatever it is, I'm probably allergic to it.

Mustafa:
I guarentee that you are not allergic to Turkish Delight.

Mary:
Is that where you're from, Turkey?

Mustafa:
No, not Turkey. I am from Lebanon.

Mary:
So where's the Lebanese delight?

Mustafa:
You want Lebanese delight?

Mary:
Sure, bring it out.

The It Twins:
What's up buttercup?

Mary:
The rent, and I'm not paying.

Mary:
You don't think I'm smart enough to work in your f***ing library?

Mary:
I would like a nice, powerful, mind-altering substance. Preferably one that will make my unborn children grow gills.

Mary:
Do you realize how broke I am? What do you want me to do? I don't have a job. I'm a loser. Shoot me.

Mary:
Huh-huh- hello.

Derrick:
Karl and I connected that night. From the essence, from the ancient center of our beings.

Mary:
The two of you were on Ecstacy. It dries out your spinal fluid.

Mary:
Do you know the story of Sisyphus?

Leo:
Who?

Mary:
Sisyphus. It's a myth about this guy who had to roll or push this incredibly huge rock up this steep mountain. Every time he would get to the top of this moutain the rock would roll down again. he would watch this and walk back down the mountain and do it all over again. Forever.

Leo:
Drag.

Mary:
It's a metaphor for life, Leo. It's famous. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

Leo:
Bullshit. He's miserable.

Mary:
He doesn't have to be. He accepts his fate.

Leo:
You're telling me if you name is Syphilis and you spend your life lugging a f***ing rock up a hill you wouldn't be miserable?

Mary:
I may have made a mistake, but that is no reason to patronize me. It is dismaying that your expectations are based on the performance of a lesser primate, and also revelatory of a managerial style that is sadly lacking. Is it any wonder then, that I have chosen not to learn the intricacies of an antiquated and idiotic system? I think not!

Judy Lindendorf:
He's not a dick, he's a patron.