Dakota Moss:
I know who killed me.
Dakota Moss:
Do I look like I'm in a fucking coma?
Dakota Moss:
You'd let both of us die just to keep your secret?
Daniel Fleming:
Aubrey, honey - We'll have you home in no time.
Dakota Moss:
Who are you? Who... is Aubrey? Where am I?
Jerrod Pointer:
Aubrey, you talk about her like she's real. It's just a stupid assignment for class.
Dakota Moss:
I think I'm Aubrey's twin sister.
Daniel Fleming:
We leave you alone for one minute, and you go and run away?
Dr. Greg Jameson:
What's your social security number?
Dakota Moss:
I don't have one.
Dakota Moss:
I really need to concentrate and put all of my efforts into writing...
Fat Teena:
I don't care how really old you are, kiddo. Your i.d. says twenty-one, you're fucking twenty-one to me.
Dakota Moss:
I don't like cats.
Dakota Moss:
So my finger got cut off. But nobody did it. Who's going to believe that? Look at you. You don't even believe it.
Jerrod Pointer:
Yeah, I do.
[Dakota scoffs]
Dakota Moss:
That's because I fucked you.
Daniel Fleming:
I'm tired of this shit.
[after having sex with Jerrod]
Dakota Moss:
Did she ever fuck you like that?
[pause; Jerrod doesn't answer]
Dakota Moss:
Did she ever fuck you at all?
[again, Jerrod doesn't answer]
Dakota Moss:
Do you think she'd start now?复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
