Suzanne: Excuse me, excuse me! Will the parents of the juvenile delinquent who broke my windshield please come to the announcer's booth.
Charlene: We're having so much fun. We followed this jazz band down the street to this big ol' party.
Julia: You know how badly we need the van, and that's fine because I like to deal honestly and fairly.
Protestor: Fifty living creatures died for that coat!
Mary Jo: You've been on a diet for 12 hours and already you're this cranky?
Charlene: Did you see this? Droves of vicious killer bees are headed toward the United States. They're from South America, expected to arrive in three to four years.
Anthony: Suzanne, if you want one of my cookies, why don't you just ask?
Suzanne: I just cannot believe I got this stupid traffic ticket. Anthony: What'd you get a ticket for?
Charlene: Suzanne, don't you have a most humiliating story to tell?
Vanessa: I am going to work. It is great working at the library.
Suzanne: I never use catalogs. I'd rather go in the store and see all the salespeople groveling and sucking up to you.
Mary Jo: We think that your friend might be practicing the oldest profession.
Julia: Here's a quarter for the payphone, Mary Jo. Mother used to give Suzanne and me a dime to call home in case a boy got fresh. I don't think Suzanne ever used hers.
Anthony: Don't worry about it. It's been a fine afternoon. Happy Thanksgiving.
Julia: Well, maybe you'd feel less ashamed if you changed outfits. Charlene: C'mon, Julia, don't be so stuffy. For some people this is conservative.
Suzanne: Julia, why do you always have to look a gift horse in the mouth?
Julia: I keep a list of people who touch my behind without permission.
Suzanne: Well, you can count me out. I'm not going on any singles cruise.
Suzanne: I've never known anyone like Trevor. I mean, do you all know anything about him?
Reese: What are all these little bags for? Suzanne: Oh, those are my cosmetics.
Suzanne: My name is Helen Van Patterson-Patton.
Anthony: Excuse me, ladies. I know it's none of my business, but there are two little old Vietnamese ladies laying in your driveway.
Charlene: Suzanne! I mean, just because a person is sensitive and artistic doesn't mean he's gay. Not that that would matter to me anyway. Julia: Well I think he sounds like an interesting and talented young man.
Magazine Publisher: Actually, I'm a feminist, and I and my magazine make large contributions to feminist charities.
Julia: All right, we will all go in together, because Suzanne NEEDS all of us.
Charlene: Those trees were gorgeous. It reminded me of the Ozarks and home. For some reason the baby was just kicking like crazy.
Julia: This is the South. And we're proud of our crazy people. We don't hide them up in the attic.
Mary Jo: We've been here 15 minutes and they've given out about 50 awards.
Julia: I would like for Mr. Weaks to know that we have surely eaten many things in the past, and we will surely eat many things in the future.
(Julia and Suzanne are boarding an airplane) Suzanne: Where are our seats?