Abbie Cornish credited as playing...
Sweet Pea
- Sweet Pea: And finally this question, the mystery of whose story it will be. Of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it, that does all of these things?
- Sweet Pea: Who honors those we love for the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us, and at the same time sings that we will never die? Who teaches us what's real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we'll die to defend? Who chains us? And who holds the key that can set us free... It's you. You have all the weapons you need. Now fight!
- [first lines]
- Sweet Pea: Everyone has an Angel. A Guardian who watches over us. We can't know what form they'll take. One day, old man. Next day, little girl. But don't let appearances fool you, they can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they're not here to fight our battles, but to whisper from our heart. Reminding that it's us. Its everyone of us who holds power over the world we create.
- Sweet Pea: You can deny angels exist, Convince ourselves they can't be real. But they show up anyway, at strange places and at strange times. They can speak through any character we can imagine. They'll shout through demons if they have to. Daring us, challenging us to fight.
- Sweet Pea: This can't be. We did everything right.
- Baby Doll: A map, a fire, a knife, a key, one thing more, one thing more. It's me.
- Sweet Pea: What?
- Baby Doll: [a breathy 'Oh'] Oh, it's me, of course it's me. It's the only way this ever could have ended.
- Sweet Pea: What do you mean?
- Baby Doll: I'm saying you go home, go to your family. You tell your mom what Rocket said, make her happy. Go out and live a normal life. Love, be free, you have to live for all of us now.
- Sweet Pea: Baby, no, you can't...
- Baby Doll: Yes, Sweet Pea, you're the strongest. You're the only one of us who ever had a chance out there. You're going home and leaving, that's how we win. It's okay, it's better this way. Now listen, I'm gonna walk out there and when they come after me, you go, okay?
- Sweet Pea: There's gotta be another way.
- Baby Doll: No, this is right. This was never my story, it's yours. Now don't screw it up, okay?
- Sweet Pea: [after Babydoll has danced for the first time] All that gyrating and moaning... a dance should be about more than titillation. Mine is personal, it says who I am. What the heck does yours say?
- Sweet Pea: Don't tell me. The priest brought you here from the orphanage to lose your virginity, right? Oh, let me rephrase that. To sell it.