The Amy Fisher Story

Amy Pagnozzi:
Can't you at least see that she's a monumental brat?

Mrs. Fisher:
Is she spirited, you mean?

Mary Jo Buttafuoco:
I've been living on baby food since this happened. So you tell her to take a bite for me.

Amy Fisher:
What, Dad?

Elliot Fisher:
Nothing.

Amy Fisher:
You were lookin'

Elliot Fisher:
If I was I wasn't the only one. Why are you dressed like that?

Amy Fisher:
Like what?

Mrs. Fisher:
I think Amy looks very nice.

Elliot Fisher:
Like that.

Amy Fisher:
Like a hooker, dad?

Mrs. Fisher:
[shouts] Amy!

Amy Fisher:
What? You can think it but you just can't say it?

Amy Fisher:
I found this in my little sisters bed! [pulls out a t-shirt from her pocket]

Mary Jo Buttafuoco:
That doesn't prove anything. Joey gives those out to everyone.

Amy Fisher:
I think the idea of a middle aged man having sex with a 16-year-old girl is pretty disgusting.

Amy Fisher:
The media made me out to be this hard, terrible person who doesn't care. The thing is, I feel very remorseful.

Elliot Fisher:
Your mother says for you to go to the store for my prescription.

Amy Fisher:
[stroppy] Now?

Elliot Fisher:
Fine. Let's hope I don't have a heart attack while I'm waiting.

Amy Fisher:
What? You gonna hit me? Try it, just try it! I hate it here, I think I'm gonna die! I'm just gonna explode!

Joey Buttafuoco:
I've got scars that are older than you.

Mrs. Fisher:
She always hated being trapped. When I was carrying her, she'd kick so hard, I'd get bruises. Now the only one to bruise is herself.