Nihilism that [in the end] has a heart.
HEATHERS
Directed by Michael Lehmann
[b]Pauline: Now… it seems we were in a similar position on Monday when I thoughtfully suggested we get everybody together for an unadulterated emotional outpouring. But no. You took this as an opportunity to play yet another round of “Let’s Laugh at the Hippie.”
Paul: Pauline…
Principal: Shut up, Paul. Now I’ve seen a lot of bullshit. Angel dust. Switchblades. Sexually perverse photography exibits involving tennis rackets. But this suicide thing… guess that’s more on Pauline’s wavelength. Well, we’re gonna just write off today. And on Friday she can hold her little “Love-In” or…whatever
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J.D.: People will look at the ashes of Westerburg and say, “Now there’s a school that self-destructed, not because society didn’t care, but because the school was society.” Now that’s deep.
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J.D.: Chaos was what killed the dinosaurs, darling
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Ram: [after watching J.D. flirt with Veronica] Let’s kick his ass!
Kurt: Shit, Ram - we’re seniors, man. We’re too old for that kind of crap. Let’s give 'im a good scare, though.
[They walk to where J.D. is sitting]
Ram: [Sticking his fingers into J.D.'s lunch] You gonna eat this?
Kurt: What did your boyfriend say when you told ‘im you were movin’ to Sherwood, Ohio?
Ram: Answer him, dick!
Kurt: Hey Ram, doesn’t this cafeteria have a “No Fags Allowed” rule?
J.D.: Well they, uh, seem to have an open door policy for assholes though, don’t they?
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J.D.: Is your life perfect?
Veronica: I’m on my way to a party at Remington University… No, my life’s not perfect. I don’t really like my friends.
J.D.: I…I don’t really like your friends either.
Veronica: Well, it’s just like - they’re people I work with, and our job is being popular and shit.
J.D.: Maybe it’s time to take a vacation.
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Veronica: [writing in diary] Betty Finn was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of Swatch dogs and Diet Coke heads. Killing Heather would be like offing the wicked witch of the west…wait…east. West! God! I sound like a fucking psycho
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Veronica: Dear Diary: Heather told me she teaches people “real life.” She said, real life sucks losers dry. You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said, so, you teach people how to spread their wings and fly? She said, yes. I said, you’re beautiful.
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Dad: Will someone tell me why I smoke these damn things?
Veronica: Because you’re an idiot.
Dad: Oh yeah, that’s it.
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Veronica: This may seem like a really stupid question…
J.D.: There are no stupid questions.
Veronica: You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they’re going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?
J.D.: That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.
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J.D.: The extreme always seems to make an impression.
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J.D.: I like it. It’s got that what-a-cruel-world-let’s-toss-ourselves-in-the-abyss type ambience.
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Veronica: If you think I’m doing another suicide note you’re wrong!
J.D.: You don’t get it do you? Society nods its head at any horror the American teenager can think upon itself. Nobody is going to care about exact handwriting.
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Veronica: You’re a rebel? You think you’re a rebel? You’re not a rebel you’re fucking psychotic!
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Veronica: I say we just grow up, be adults and die.
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J.D.: Seven schools in seven states and the only thing different is my locker combination.
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Veronica Sawyer: Dear Diary, my teen-angst now has a body count.
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J.D.: The only place different social types can genuinely get along with each other is in heaven.
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Pauline: Whether to kill yourself or not is one of the most important decisions a teenager can make.
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Veronica: Excuse me, I think I know Heather a little bit better than you do. If she were going to slit her wrists, the knife would be spotless.[/b]