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: You're just jealous, Lisa... because I got better... because I was released... because I have a chance... at a life. Lisa
: They didn't release you 'cause you're better, Daisy, they just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy's money, buying your dollies and your knick-knacks... and eatin' his fuckin' chicken, fattening up like a prize fuckin' heifer? You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation - and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. What they don't know... is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.
: Which do you like better? Taking a dump alone or with Valerie watching? Susanna
: Alone. Daisy
: Everyone likes to be alone when it comes out. I like to be alone when it goes in. To me, the cafeteria is like being with twenty girls all at once taking a dump. Lisa
: That is fucked up, Daisy.
: We are very rare and we are mostly men. Janet
: Lisa thinks she's hot shit cause she's a sociopath. Cynthia
: I'm a sociopath. Lisa
: No, you're a dyke.
: What happened to Polly? Lisa
: What needs to happen? No one's ever gonna' kiss her, man. You know, they're building a new Disneyland in Florida. If I could have any job in the world, I'd be a professional Cinderella. You could be Snow White. And Polly could be Minnie Mouse. Everyone would hug her and kiss her and love her and no one would ever know what was in that big ol' head of hers, you know?
: Lady, back off! Mrs. Gilcrest
: Was I talking to you? Lisa
: No, you were spitting on me, so mellow fuckin' out! Mrs. Gilcrest
: Don't you tell me what to do. Lisa
: Look, she gave your husband a rim job. Big fuckin' deal! I'm sure he was begging for it, and I heard it was like a pencil anyway. Mrs. Gilcrest
: Why you - how dare you! Lisa
: Some advice, okay? Just don't point your fuckin' finger at crazy people!
: [picks up phone
] Hello? Lisa
: [on phone
] So what's your diag-nonsense? Susanna
: Who is this? Lisa
: What'd he say to Mom and Pop? Susanna
: [looks out, sees Lisa staring back at her from two booths back
] I have a Borderline Personality. Lisa
: Oh, that's nothing. What else? Susanna
: He didn't say. Thought it would affect my recovery. Lisa
: Alright, listen. Tongue your meds tonight. After 1 o'clock checks Gretta always goes out for a smoke. Check the mirrors and if they're clear you go down to Hector's closet. It's near the art room and it will be open.
: [to Susanna
] You think you're free? I'm free! You don't know what freedom is! I'm free. I can breathe. And you... will choke on your average fuckin' mediocre life!
: [holds a pen to her neck
] Take one fuckin' step and I'll jam this in my aorta! Valerie
: [comes over, a smirk on her face
] Lisa, your aorta is in your chest. Lisa
: Good to know! I'll make a note of that... Valerie
: [Southern accent
] Razors pain you, rivers are damp / Acid stains you, drugs cause cramps / Gun aren't lawful, nooses give / Gas smells awful, you might as well live.
: That is not fair. That is not *fair*! That is *not fair*! Seventy-four is the perfect weight! Lisa
: [to Daisy
] Good luck, crazy bitch. Instructor
: Now what kind of tree can you be, Janet, down there on the floor? Janet
: I'm a fucking shrub, all right?
: Hey Torch. Polly
: Hey Lisa. Lisa
: Did you miss me? Polly
: Not much.
[Lisa is talking to Daisy about going to Florida
: All you have is mustard and your chickens! I am going to be the Cinderella at Walt Disney's new theme park, Susanna's gonna be Snow White. You can come if you want. You can be the Cocker Spaniel that eats spaghetti.
: If talking did shit, we'd be out of here by now.
: [to Susanna
] You shared a man with that woman?
: What the fuck are you doing Lisa? Lisa
: I'm playing the villain, baby, just like you want. I try to give you everything you want. Susanna
: No you don't. Lisa
: You wanted your file, I found you your file. You wanted out, I got you out. You needed *money*, *I* found you some. I'm fucking consistent-I told you the truth-I didn't write it down in a *fucking book*! I told you to your *face*. And I told Daisy to her face - what everybody knew and wouldn't say, and she killed herself. And I played the fucking villain, just like you wanted. Susanna
: Why would I want that? Lisa
: Because it makes you the good guy, sweet pea. You come back all sweetness and light, and sad and contrite, and everybody congratulating you on your bravery. And meanwhile, I'm blowing the guys at the bus station for the money that was in her fucking robe!
: So, have you had your first Melvin yet? Susanna
: Who's that? Lisa
: Bald guy with a little pecker and a fat wife. You're ther-rapist, sweet pea. Unless, ah... unless they're givin' you shocks. Or, God forbid lettin' you out. Then you get to see the great wonderful Dr. Dyke. Margie
: She means Dr. Wick. Susanna
: Oh, I've been in his office but I haven't met him yet. M.G.
: He's a she. Dr. Wick's a girl. Lisa
: That's right, M.G. Wick's a chick. M.G.
: Wick's a chick. Lisa
: Hence the nickname.
: Lisa, is Daisy really getting out? Lisa
: Yeah, she coughed up a big one. Susanna
: But how could - I mean she's... *insane*. Lisa
: Yeah, well that's what ther-rape-me's all about. That's why fuckin' Freud's picture's on every shrink's wall. He created a fuckin' industry. You lie down, you confess your secrets and you're saved. Ca-ching! The more you confess, the more they think about settin' you free. Susanna
: But what if you don't have a secret? Lisa
: Then you're a lifer, like me.
: Did you enjoy the fresh air, Lisa? Lisa
: Yeah I did, Val. Thanks. Valerie
: Good, 'cause it's the last time you're leaving the ward. Lisa
: Is that a dare or a double dare?
: [reading from a book
] "Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of self-image, relationships and mood... uncertain about goals, impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex." Lisa
: I like that. Susanna
: "Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude are often observed." Well, that's me. Lisa
: That's everybody. Susanna
: I mean, what kind of sex isn't casual?
: You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just - There's way too many just begging to be pressed, they're just begging to be pressed, you know? They're just - they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I'm a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead? Susanna
: Because you're dead already, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa, because your dead already. Your heart is cold. That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive. It's pathetic.
[Lisa falls down to her knees and screams
: I've wasted a year of my life. Maybe everybody out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is "stupid" and "ignorant". But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it, then down here with you.
: [Daisy hung herself
] Can I get an ambulance? Lisa
: Make it a hearse.
: Get out, Lisa! Lisa
: I'm not in your room, Daisy. I'm right fucking here. I was gonna offer you nail polish. Daisy
: GET OUT! Margie
: You're looking better, Lisa. Lisa
: Why thanks, Margie. So how's the engagement going? Margie
: You know. Lisa
: No, I don't. I've been away remember. Margie
: Joe wants me to... before the wedding. Lisa
: Fuck his brains out - use a rubber.
: My dad got me an apartment. Susanna
: Really? Where? Daisy
: It's near the airport. One bedroom, two baths, eat-in chicken. Susanna
: I think you mean an eat-in kitchen. Daisy
: That's what I said, asshole. So what do you have that I want?
[Susanna has just showed Daisy some Colace tablets
: Put them on the bed and get out. Lisa
: [from the door
] Put your on the bed. Daisy
: Oh, Jesus! Get out! GET OUT! Lisa
: [she enters and shuts the door behind her
] C'mon Daze, don't take advantage of her just 'cause she's new. Daisy
: Get the fuck out or I'm calling Valerie! VALERIE! Lisa
: Yeah, why don't you call Valerie, shall we? Let's call Valerie and ask her for some Colace just like Suzie Q's got in her fuckin' hand. Why does it STINK in here?
: [to Daisy
] You're playing Betty Crocker and cut up like a goddamn Virginia ham.
: [to Daisy
] Help me understand, Dais 'cause, I thought you didn't do Valium. Tell me how this safety net is working for you. Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down. Tell me how your *daddy* helps you cope with that. Illuminate me. Daisy
: My father loves me. Lisa
: I bet with every inch of his manhood.
: Hey Torch, what'a doin? Polly
: Nothing. Lisa
: Well, why don't you go in your room and do nothin'.
[waves are Polly with puppet, and Polly runs to room crying
[Lisa's arms and legs are strapped to the bed. Susanna takes out nail polish and starts painting Lisa's nails
] I'm not really dead. Susanna
: I know. Lisa
: I'm gonna miss you, Suzie Q. Susanna
: No, you're not. You're gonna get out of here, and you're gonna come and see me. Okay. Lisa
: [takes a deep breath and looks away
: We have to go. We have money... Susanna, don't be stupid. Alright, fine. Be stupid.
: Has she come down yet? Lisa
: No... But she's been playing that SHIT ALL MORNING!