"veronica, why are you pulling my dick?"
"did you eat a brain tumor for breakfast?"
"my teen angst now has a body count"
"how very"
"i love my dead gay son"
"i'm always red"
"are we going to prom or to hell?"
"fuck me gently with a chainsaw!"
"grow up, heather. bulimia's so '87"
"chaos is great! chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling"
"what's your damage, heather?"
"you're not a rebel, you're fucking psychotic!"
"so, should i just whip it out? or..."
"why are you being such a megabitch?"
"i say we just grow up, be adults and die"
"i guess i picked the wrong time to be a human being"
"i left him drunk and flailing in cow shit"
"our love is god. let's go get a slushie"
