The Commune

Jenny Cross:
Mom, there is wiggy sh*t going down here.

Jenny Cross:
Wiggy sh*t.

Jenny Cross:
Way beyond not having internet or cable.

Jenny Cross:
We're talking full on cult.

Jenny Cross:
These people are freaks.

Jenny Cross:
Vows of silence, macaroni crafts and graven images everywhere...

Rhea:
Heard you met a boy today.

Rhea:
Has your mother told you about the chalice and the blade?

Jenny Cross:
In Jennyism, we do chores after dinner.

Jenny Cross:
It's a sign of respect to the almighty teen.

Dr. Polieos:
When I heard you were giving this a shot, I almost peed the jammies of my inner child.

Puck:
I'm so glad I met you.

Puck:
It was sublime.

Puck:
Delightful.

Puck:
I'll be in touch.

Jenny Cross:
You hippie-lesbo-patchouli-smelling... whore!

Dr. Polieos:
I don't care what your mother allowed.

Dr. Polieos:
There will be no whoring anymore.

Dr. Polieos:
And no fast food.

Dr. Polieos:
You reek of french fries.

Dr. Polieos:
I don't know where your Mother gets this idea I have money.

Dr. Polieos:
She's lying.

Dr. Polieos:
Yet again.

Jenny Cross:
The Mother who raised me while you spent every weekend at self-help seminars for two grand a pop?

Jenny Cross:
I guess I'm just disappointed is all.

Cassie Cross:
Disappointed is a lover's word.

Cassie Cross:
Remember, he's just a man.

Cassie Cross:
Another screwed up liberal man whose single mother did everything for him until he turned into effing Peter Pan.

Cassie Cross:
God, it's her fault really.

Jenny Cross:
Is that it?

Puck:
No, there's more.

Dr. Polieos:
Miracles happen when you're in touch with nature.

Dr. Polieos:
I was walking naked through the forest last week, and I got lost, and this hummingbird came and spoke to me and showed me the way back to the path.

Puck:
Granola to the core, milady.

Puck:
Rendezvous back here, armed with supplies, Queen Jenny.

Dr. Polieos:
All I want is a relationship with you.

Dr. Polieos:
Is it so much to ask for?

Dr. Polieos:
I know I'm not a Gilbert Girl like your mother...

Jenny Cross:
Gilmore Girls.

Dr. Polieos:
Give your dad one chance.

Dr. Polieos:
Things will be different, I promise.

Dr. Polieos:
If not, you can run away tomorrow.

Dr. Polieos:
But tonight, we're having this eggplant stew I learned from a tribal chief in the Himalayans...

Rhea:
Did you dream?

Rhea:
You'll be having vivid ones from now on.

Rhea:
This is a magical place.

Rhea:
Whatever you're avoiding, they'll make you face.

Rhea:
For a shaman, you sure are a d*ckhead.

Puck:
I don't think he's together enough to kill anyone.

Puck:
Dude wears shoes without laces so he doesn't have to tie them himself.

Jenny Cross:
So you're Wiccan.

Rhea:
Stag's Grove is non-denominational.

Rhea:
We promote religious understanding and tolerance.

Jenny Cross:
So you make things up.

Jenny Cross:
You know, I was born on Midsummer.

Puck:
And I am Puck.

Puck:
Sure you want to run away from us?

Puck:
Maybe we were meant to be.

Puck:
How 'bout I take you back to freak village and stand guard while you grab your stuff. Then we get in my car and drive.

Puck:
We can rob Qwik-E Marts. Like Natural Born Killers."

Jenny Cross:
That's a little overdramatic.

Jenny Cross:
I'm just another victim of divorce.

Jenny Cross:
All I need is a one way ticket bus ticket home, and a bilateral parentectomy.

Jenny Cross:
How old is she, six?

Jenny Cross:
I mean come on.

Jenny Cross:
I didn't even drew my first dick until at least fourth grade.

Jenny Cross:
Did you write that?

Puck:
Yes, for you.

Jenny Cross:
The part where it was my name only, right?

Jenny Cross:
Last week you sang it for Heidi, the week before it was Katt...

Puck:
Actually it was Stacy.

Puck:
And the week before that it was Kathleen...