[Kneeling down to pray] Vanessa: Oh God. God, that was so fuckin' bad. Vanessa: Do you wanna get shot a whole buncha times? Vanessa: What are ya'll lookin' at? Fuck all ya'll. [to Bob and Mimi] Vanessa: Fuck you, chipmunk face! And your fuckin' skipper wife! Vanessa: Them are some mighty big fuckin' teeth ya got there, Bob. Vanessa: Holy shit! Look who got beat with the ugly stick. Is that you Bob? Vanessa: Well look who got beaten with the ugly stick. Bob, is that you? My God, I can't believe such an itty bitty gun could make such a big mess out of someone! You are so ugly Bob! Oh and hey I heard you have one of those poop bags where the shit comes out the side, you're just a big old shitbag aren't you Bob! I hope you think of me every time you shit in that thing motherfucker! Vanessa: [holding a gun to her would-be rapist and killer] This is a crucial question, Bob. Do you believe in the lord Jesus Christ and take him for your personal savior? Vanessa: Fuck all y'all. [Imitating Bob] Vanessa: My dick may not function, but I have not lost my smile! Vanessa: I felt like I had been transformed into a human urinal. [after getting slashed] Guard: You didn't have to kill me! Vanessa: I didn't kill you, you dirty little pervert, now give me your car keys before I cut your pecker off! [Standing over a guard who is bleeding on the floor] Twin#1: Ooh, he sure is bloody. Twin #2: You still think he's cute? Vanessa: Mister, I'm a person! Vanessa: What, you're gonna do sex to me when I'm dead? Man: I am claustrophobic. Vanessa: Well I get claustrophobic suckin' strange dick, now get in there! Vanessa: I already told you why I shot him you shit-skinned motherfucker.
: You had your turn to speak! I think its only fair to get my 2 cents in. But when a guy does that and hurts someone who never hurt them! which makes him a criminal first and a sick guy second. Its like being crooked takes second place. And Bob, you're crooked, you've proved that to me tonight. Ramona Lutz: I DO clean up sir, its just that I'm under a lot of stress. My sister died 3 months ago and I am trying to get off methadone. Police Officer: You're on methadone? Ramona Lutz: Would you please give me a cigarette? Vanessa: Well you don't have to worry about him anymore. I took care of him. Detective: Mr. Wolverton is in critical condition, but he's not dead. Vanessa: Oh, yeah right. I shot him so many times. [smiles] Vanessa: . Vanessa: I don't give a good goddamn! [to Rhonda's sexual advances] Vanessa: Alright, I'll make out with you. But no fucking 'cause I'm straight. Vanessa: 'Cause I'm pissed off and the world owes me. Ramona Lutz: You don't know nothin' about nothin'! Vanessa: You shoulda let me out of the car when I asked you to, Bob. You see what happens when ya got bad manners? Vanessa Lutz: You fucker! You killed my grandma! Bob Wolverton: That's not all I did to grandma. Rhonda: I don't get how a person could go through their whole lives never being into girls. I just... I love girls. Vanessa: You can keep 'em. Bob Wolverton: Chicken soup, and a fucking straw. Vanessa: He had this disease, called, um, Wisenheimers, I think. You know, where your brain cells run out into your pee.