Debra Blee: Sarah

The Beach Girls

Sarah

Ginger: It's just a little weed. Well, maybe not such a little. How 'bout, six trash bags full?
Sarah: Six bags full? Like that?
Ducky: Don't be mad, be glad.

Sarah: Next fall, I start UCLA, pre-law. Then, a couple years of law school, maybe join up with a good firm for a couple of years, specialize, and...
Scott Daniels: Oh, whoa, what is that, eight, ten years there? What if you get that far and find out you don't like being a lawyer?
Sarah: I don't plan to not like being a lawyer.
Scott Daniels: You're programming yourself just like a computer.
Sarah: Well, what's wrong with that?
Scott Daniels: Nothing, if you happen to be a computer. You're a real, live human being.
Sarah: So?
Scott Daniels: So follow your impulses once in awhile. Be human.

Sarah: Ginger, I'm not sure this is such a good idea.
Ginger: What do you mean? We deserve a party. We need a party!
Sarah: I just don't know about this.
Ginger: School's out now. It's time to have some fun, you know.
Sarah: Ginger, I'm just afraid...
Ginger: As usual! Oh, Sarah, we're not gonna have an orgy. It's just a little party.
Sarah: [thinks about it] Okay. But, don't get carried away.

Doreen: Shoot. If I had your face and figure, honey, I'd never be wearin' clothes!
Sarah: Thanks, Doreen.

Carl Purdue: I'm not angry. Surprised, yes. I just didn't think you were that kind of girl to take advantage of a situation like this.
Sarah: I'm sorry, Uncle Carl.
Carl Purdue: It's just not like you.
Sarah: I know, but...
Carl Purdue: Did your friends, Cinnamon and Goosey...
Sarah: Ginger and Ducky.

Captain Blye: [to the libertines after throwing the confiscated pot on a bon fire] This killer weed has destroyed more lives than typhoid, syphilis, leprosy! It rots your brain! You're in the bloom of youth and you're letting in this poison. People who indulge in this perverted practice, they grow up to be whores! Pimps! Killers!
Scott Daniels: Politicians!
Sarah: And Coast Guard Captains!
Mrs. Brinker: [arrives on the scene] Captain, what's going on here? What's burning?
Captain Blye: Rome! And the raping! Pillaging!