Winona Ryder credited as playing...
Susanna
- [first lines]
- Susanna: [narrating] Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the '60s. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.
- Lisa: You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just--There's way too many just begging to be pressed, they're just begging to be pressed, you know? They're just--they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I'm a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead?
- Susanna: Because you're dead already, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa, because you're dead already. Your heart is cold. That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive. It's pathetic.
- [Lisa falls down to her knees and screams]
- Susanna: I've wasted a year of my life. Maybe everybody out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is "stupid" and "ignorant". But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it, then down here with you.
- [last lines]
- Susanna: Declared healthy and sent back into the world. My final diagnosis: a recovered borderline. What that means, I still don't know. Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is.
- Cabby Monty Hoover: Hey, I remember you. Where are you going?
- Susanna: Seventeen Burlingame.
- Cabby Monty Hoover: All right...
- Susanna: Crazy isn't being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It's you, or me, amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends. And by the '70s, most of them were out, living lives. Some I've seen. Some never again. But there isn't a day my heart doesn't find them.
- Valerie: [about Daisy] What would you have said to her?
- Susanna: I don't know. That I was sorry. That I will never know what it was like to be her. But I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
- Valerie: Susanna, it's all well and good to tell me all this, but you gotta tell some of this to your doctors.
- Susanna: How the hell am I supposed to recover when I don't even understand my disease?
- Valerie: But you do understand it. You spoke very clearly about it a second ago. But I think what you've gotta do is put it down. Put it away. Put it in your notebook, but get it out of yourself. Away so you can't curl up with it anymore.
- Susanna: Lisa thinks it's a gift. That it lets you see the truth.
- Valerie: Lisa's been here for eight years.
- Susanna: [crying] I'm so sorry. I was a bitch. I was a bitch.
- Valerie: Don't drop anchor here, you understand?
- Susanna: [narrating] When you don't want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous. Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds...
- [overlapping words]
- Susanna: All I know is that I began to feel things again. Whatever I was, I knew there was only one way back to the world and that was to use the place to talk. So I saw the great and wonderful Dr. Wick three times a week, and I let her hear every thought in my head.
- Susanna: I'm ambivalent. In fact that's my new favorite word.
- Dr. Wick: Do you know what that means, ambivalence?
- Susanna: I don't care.
- Dr. Wick: If it's your favorite word, I would've thought you would...
- Susanna: It *means* I don't care. That's what it means.
- Dr. Wick: On the contrary, Susanna. Ambivalence suggests strong feelings... in opposition. The prefix, as in "ambidextrous", means "both". The rest of it, in Latin, means "vigor". The word suggests that you are torn... between two opposing courses of action.
- Susanna: Will I stay or will I go?
- Dr. Wick: Am I sane... or, am I crazy?
- Susanna: Those aren't courses of action.
- Dr. Wick: They can be, dear--for some.
- Susanna: Well, then--it's the wrong word.
- Dr. Wick: No. I think it's perfect.
- Susanna: What the fuck are you doing, Lisa?
- Lisa: I'm playing the villain, baby, just like you want. I try to give you everything you want.
- Susanna: No, you don't.
- Lisa: You wanted your file, I found you your file. You wanted out, I got you out. You needed *money*, *I* found you some. I'm fucking consistent - I told you the truth - I didn't write it down in a *fucking book*! I told you to your *face*. And I told Daisy to her face--what everybody knew and wouldn't say, and she killed herself. And I played the fucking villain, just like you wanted.
- Susanna: Why would I want that?
- Lisa: Because it makes you the good guy, sweet pea. You come back all sweetness and light, and sad and contrite, and everybody congratulating you on your bravery. And meanwhile, I'm blowing the guys at the bus station for the money that was in her fucking robe!
- Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa... because I got better... because I was released... because I have a chance... at a life.
- Lisa: They didn't release you 'cause you're better, Daisy, they just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy's money, buying your dollies and your knickknacks. And eating his fucking chicken, fattening up like a prize fucking heifer? You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation--and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. What they don't know... is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.
- Susanna: [to Lisa] Shut the fuck up!
- Lisa: [to Susanna] Hey, man, it's cool, it's OK. It's fine, it's fucking fine! A man is a dick is a man is a dick is a chicken... is a dad... a Valium, a speculum, whatever, whatever.
- [then turns to Daisy]
- Lisa: You like being Mrs. Randone. Probably all you've ever known.
- Daisy: Have fun in Florida.
- [she goes upstairs to her room]
- Dr. Crumble: Susanna, four days ago... you chased a bottle of aspirin with a bottle of vodka.
- Susanna: I had a headache.
- Valerie: You know, I can take a lot of crazy shit from a lot of crazy people. But you--you are not crazy.
- Susanna: Then what's wrong with me, huh? What the fuck is going on inside my head? Tell me, Dr. Val, what's your diag-nonsense?
- Valerie: [hovering over Susanna] You are a lazy, self-indulgent little girl who is driving herself crazy.
- Susanna: Is that your... *professional* opinion, huh? Is that what you've learned in your advanced studies at night school for Negro welfare mothers? I mean, Melvin doesn't have a clue, Wick is a *psycho* and you... you *pretend* to be a doctor. You sign the charts and dole out meds. But *you* ain't no doctor, Miss Valerie. You ain't nothing but a Black nursemaid.
- Valerie: And you're just throwing it away.
- Susanna: [reading from a book] "Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of self-image, relationships and mood... uncertain about goals, impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex."
- Lisa: I like that.
- Susanna: "Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude are often observed." Well, that's me.
- Lisa: That's everybody.
- Susanna: I mean, what kind of sex isn't casual?
- Janet: They mean promiscuous.
- Susanna: I'm not promiscuous. I'm not.
- [Lisa's arms and legs are strapped to the bed. Susanna takes out nail polish and starts painting Lisa's nails]
- Lisa: [crying] I'm not really dead.
- Susanna: I know.
- Lisa: I'm gonna miss you, Suzie Q.
- Susanna: No, you're not. You're gonna get out of here, and you're gonna come and see me. OK.
- Lisa: [takes a deep breath and looks away] Yeah.
- Dr. Wick: Quis hic locus?, quae regio?, quae mundi plaga? What world is this?... What kingdom?... What shores of what worlds? It's a very big question you're faced with, Susanna. The *choice* of your *life*. How much will you indulge in your flaws? What are your flaws? Are they flaws?... If you embrace them, will you commit yourself to hospital?... for life? Big questions, big decisions! Not surprising you profess carelessness about them.
- Susanna: [very upset and uncomfortable] Is that it?
- Dr. Wick: For now.
- Georgina: Lisa, is Daisy really getting out?
- Lisa: Yeah, she coughed up a big one.
- Susanna: But how could--I mean she's... *insane*.
- Lisa: Yeah, well, that's what ther-rape-me's all about. That's why fuckin' Freud's picture's on every shrink's wall. He created a fuckin' industry. You lie down, you confess your secrets and you're saved. Ka-ching! The more you confess, the more they think about settin' you free.
- Susanna: But what if you don't have a secret?
- Lisa: Then you're a lifer, like me.
- Susanna: What happened to Polly?
- Lisa: What needs to happen? No one's ever gonna kiss her, man. You know, they're building a new Disneyland in Florida. If I could have any job in the world, I'd be a professional Cinderella. You could be Snow White. And Polly could be Minnie Mouse. Everyone would hug her and kiss her and love her and no one would ever know what was in that big ol' head of hers, you know?
- Susanna: You know, taking us for ice creams in a blizzard... makes you wonder who the real whack jobs are.
- Susanna: You don't want me, Tony.
- Tony: Yes, I do, baby.
- Susanna: No, you don't. I'm a crazy girl.
- Tony: You're crazy so we can't have one night of bliss?
- Susanna: I am a crazy girl, seriously.
- Tony: You've been in a hospital?
- Susanna: Yes.
- Tony: Do you see purple people? My friend, he saw purple people. And so the state came and took him away. He didn't like that. Some time went by and, and he told 'em he didn't see purple people no more.
- Susanna: He got better.
- Tony: Nah, he still sees 'em.