Dawn Cottrell: It's my body and I'll cut where I want.

Joyce Cottrell: You don't know?

Dawn Cottrell: No.

Joyce Cottrell: You mutilate your own arm and you have no idea why you do it?

Joyce Cottrell: [turning to Dawn's father] You're her father, don't you have something to say?

Russell Cottrell: This is a terrible thing that you're doing to yourself, Dawn. Now I want you to promise us that you'll stop.

Joyce Cottrell: Oh, that ought to put a halt to it.