Maggie: I never did mind about the little things.
Maggie: How about you kiss my ass right in the crack?
Maggie: So... you're going to give me this 'chance.' What do I got to do?
Bob: Learn, Maggie. Learn to speak properly; learn to stand up straight for a start. Then languages, computers, and so on. Do something to help your country for a change.
Maggie: What if I'm not interested?
Bob: Row 48, Plot 12.
Karate Instructor: [does some karate moves and assumes a fighting stance] I've taken my guard. See if you can hit my face.
Maggie: [starts to circle the instructor, waving her hands and making sounds like Bruce Lee] Hooooo. Waaa!
Karate Instructor: Come on. COme on.
[Maggie continues circling and making the noises and hand motions]
Karate Instructor: Hit me. Come on. Hit me.
[Puzzled and impatient, the instructor looks away from Maggie, lowering his guard]
Karate Instructor: [frustrated] Aah.
[the instructor turns back to Maggie and she decks him right in the nose, knocking him down]
Bob: You can't just pout and decide you don't want to play anymore.
Bob: He mentioned the word "bullet," and he mentioned the word "brain."
[in disguise as Angela]
Maggie: For Christ's sake, give me a fucking break and open ze stupid gate!
Victor: I'm Victor. I'm the cleaner.
Angela: Enough vis ze fucking tea already!
Maggie: Oh, I think she's saying, "Stick it in me twice a day, and I'll do anything for you. I'll lick the ground you walk on."
Bob: You stupid ignorant little girl. You think you can just pout and decide that you don't want to play anymore? I mean where do you think you are? Don't you understand anything that I've said?
Maggie: I mean it.
Bob: You don't know what you're talking about.
Maggie: I'm through! I'm out!
Bob: Listen, which word don't you understand? There is no out, there is no through, there is no out!
Amanda: Belief is half of being.