Doctor:
What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.
Cecilia:
Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.
Cecilia:
The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
Tim Weiner:
Look, she's laughing, he made her laugh.
Mr. Lisbon:
[talking to his plants] Have we photosynthesized our breakfast today?
Rannie:
I baked a pie full of rat poison. I though I could eat it, you know, without being suspicious. My nana, who is 86...
[starts to break down]
Rannie:
she really likes sweets. She had three pieces.
Trip Fontaine:
You're a stone fox.
Narrator:
We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
Narrator:
So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they were, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling. Still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
Doctor:
Tell me what these remind you of
[holds up an ink blot card]
Cecilia:
A banana.
[the doctor holds up another ink blot card]
Cecilia:
A swamp.
[the doctor holds up another ink blot card]
Cecilia:
An afro.
Lady in car:
Those girls have a bright future ahead of them. The other one was just going to end up a kook.
Trip Fontaine:
She was the still point of the turning world, man.
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Narrator:
In the end, Parkie won because of the Cadillac, Kevin Head because he had the killer weed, and Joe Hill Conley because he won all the school prizes which we thought would impress Mrs. Lisbon.
Tim Weiner:
What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality.
Narrator:
No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, could produce such beautiful creatures.
Narrator:
After Lux's failure to make curfew everyone expected a crackdown, but nobody expected it to be that harsh. Mrs. Lisbon took the girls out of school and shut the house in maximum security isolation.
Lux Lisbon:
I can't breath in here.
Mrs Lisbon:
Lu, you are safe, in here.
Principal Woodhouse:
Ronald, your children haven't been in school for two weeks.
Mr. Lisbon:
Have you checked out back?
Cecilia:
Lux lost it over Kevin Haynes, the garbageman. She'd wake up at 5 in the morning and lay about on the front porch like it wasn't completely obvious! She wrote his name in marker in all her bras and underwear and mum found them and bleached out all the Kevins. Lux has been crying on her bed all day
Narrator:
What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself
Narrator:
Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn't leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations... of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.
Chase Buell:
Man, this girl's makin' me crazy. Couldn't we just feel one of 'em up just once?
Narrator:
We would never be sure of the sequence of events. We argue about it still.
Tim Weiner:
When she jumped, she probably thought she could fly.