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?