Edna Buxton: Mother, the dress doesn't fit. Mrs. Buxton: The dress fits the occasion. It's you that doesn't fit. Record producer: Nice voice, toots. The thing is we already have someone just like you. Record producer: I don't want to burst your bubble, but not only do we have someone like you. We are trying to get rid of the someone like you. Denise Waverly: Maybe I put too much of myself into my songs. Jay Phillips: The only thing I wish for you, and I wish it most sincerely, I wish you would get fired. Denise Waverly: He smokes some grass. He uses some psychedelics. He uses peyote, but he is down on hard drugs. Joel Millner: You look like a vampire. Eat your hamburger. All that health food stuff will kill you. Denise Waverly: What exactly did you like about my record? The thickness of the vinyl? Cheryl: Come on girls. This is supposed to be upbeat, not uptight. Get happy. Denise Waverly: Howard? You're not going to believe this, but I think I'm pregnant. Howard Cazsatt: No, you can't be. I pulled out.