Teenage Dirtbag (2009)

Scott Michael Foster: Thayer Mangeress

Quotes 

• Thayer : Mad. Mad thoughts. Crazy, twisted, sinewy Mad obsession. You sicken me. You're so beautiful, love. I grind you into a fine, soft Powder and inhale you... And then lick you off of my fingers. You love, answer me. Your face brings me death every day... And every day I can't wait to die. Bury me now, love. Bury me now.

• Amber : [Thayer peeks around the corner of the bathroom doorway and taps on the wall]  What are you doing in here?

  Thayer : Did I scare you?

  Amber : Yes.

  [Thayer walks in toward her] 

  Amber : Alright, I gotta go.

  Thayer : No.

  Amber : No, look, what are you doing? Somebody could come in here.

  Thayer : What am I doing? That's a really good question - I don't really know the answer to it... It feels like, a misrepresentation.

  Amber : A what?

  Thayer : I was at the beach today and I saw you. And it was the same girl from before, and it all came back to me.

  Amber : That's funny. Because I was on the beach today and I saw a guy in a dress talking about living forever.

  [Takes the white flower from behind his ear] 

  Amber : You've lost your mind.

  Thayer : Yes I have.

  Amber : I have to go.

  Thayer : [Bangs his hands on the stall behind her, cornering her against the wall, and leans in]  I want this to end right now, Amber! Right now.

  Amber : What do you want me to do?

  Thayer : I want you to write it down.

  Amber : What?

  Thayer : Write it down.

  Amber : Thayer, if you're talking about the notebook, that's gone. It's gone... That was a long time ago...

  Thayer : No, no it wasn't...

  Amber : Yes it was, it was a long time ago...

  Thayer : No it wasn't! It was only five seconds ago! Right? One! Two!...

  [Begins whispering as Amber repeatedly murmurs, "No..."] 

  Thayer : three, four, five.

  [He embraces her and Amber begins crying into his chest] 

  Amber : [Begins trying to push him away]  Look, I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything I've done for you - Things are different now - I can't just...

  Thayer : That's not what I'm talking about! - You know that! - That's not what I'm talking about!

  [Amber begins crying] 

  Thayer : Look at me. Look at me!

  [Tilts her head up, but Amber keeps her eyes closed] 

  Thayer : Hey, just say it. Say it. Say it right now.

  Amber : [Finally looks at him]  I don't know what you're talking about.

  [Thayer lets her go] 

• Thayer : Is it your need for attention that makes you a dirty, little slut?