Female Trouble

Butterfly: Beauty, beauty, look at you, I wish to God I had it, too. Prison Matron: OK, Lez-beans! I caught ya! Bumpin' pussies is a violation of jail rules!

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Earl Peterson: [answering phone] Hello? Dawn Davenport: Is Earl Peterson there? Earl Peterson! This is Dawn Davenport. Dawn Davenport...you made love to me Christmas morning. Dawn Davenport: Well, I just called to tell you I'm pregnant and I want money. Earl Peterson: You stole my wallet, you fat bitch! Dawn Davenport: So what if I did? I want money! Earl Peterson: You'll never get any money from me, cow! Just cause you got them big udders don't mean you're somethin' special. Get the hook! Go fuck yourself for all I care. YEAH! Go fuck yourself! [hangs up] Dawn Davenport: Hello? Hello? UGH!

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Concetta: [consoling Dawn] Just get your hair done. That's what I always do when I get depressed. Dawn Davenport: Maybe I will. Concetta: I'll tell ya, the Lipstick Beauty Salon is the best. They only let, well, you know, "special" girls in. You have to audition to even get your hair done! Chicklette: AND, there's this guy that does hair there, MMMM MMMM. I'd suck the socks off him in a minute. Concetta: Yeah, Gator's his name, and you know what? He lives right next door. Dawn Davenport: Wonder what HIS story is? Maybe he's a...CHUBBY CHASER!

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Dribbles: How's your little girl? Why don't you bring her in here more often? Sally: Why? So you can undress her with your eyes? For Christ's sake, she's only six years old. Dribbles: I know, but I just like to play with her. I wish I was a little girl. Sally: Well, throw a goddamn penny in a fountain and make a goddamn wish and maybe it'll come true.

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Taffy as a child: Why can't I go to school? Why can't I have friends? Dawn Davenport: You can't go to school because I said so. I won't have you nagging me for lunch money and whining for help on your homework. There is no need to know about presidents, wars, numbers or science. Just listen to me and you'll learn. And no little friends over here, repeating rhymes, asking flippant questions, and talking in those nagging baby voices. Can't you just sit here and look out into the air? Isn't that enough? Do you always have to badger me for attention?

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Wink: I'm getting a hard-on! Beauty always gives me a hard-on! Donna Dasher: Aim it the other way then, Wink. You know how I detest organs. Beauty has absolutely nothing to do with that WORD, that THING you have hanging there like an obscene pickle. Spare me your anatomy.

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