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Charlotte Flax: I want to stay!

Rachel Flax: And do what?

Charlotte Flax: Finish high school

Rachel Flax: Great start. What's your major? Town tramp?

Charlotte Flax: No Mom, the town already has one.

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Charlotte Flax: I wanted to ask her what color her bra was and if she had pure thoughts every second of the day, but...

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Charlotte Flax: I'm going to make real sandwiches; big ones that a man can sink his teeth into.

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Rachel Flax: Who's that?

Charlotte Flax: That's Mr. Crane, my history teacher, and he is very nice.

Rachel Flax: *He* is an asshole.

Charlotte Flax: You haven't even spoken to him yet!

Rachel Flax: Charlotte, I don't need to speak to him. He's driving an Edsel, for Christ's sake.

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Rachel Flax: Charlotte, I know you're planning a celibate life, but with half my chromosomes, I think that might be tough.

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Charlotte Flax: A word about Mrs. Flax and food: the word is "hors d'oeurves." Fun Finger Foods is her main source book and it's all the woman cooks.

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Charlotte Flax: Oh, I'm going to hell for sure. Here he is, talking about his dead mother and I can't help wishing his hands were unbuttoning my dress!

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Rachel Flax: Alright, you know what? I'll make you a deal. You stop being a little bitch for, let's say, oh, I don't know, an hour or two, and I won't knock the religion of your choice for a week.

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Charlotte Flax: Please God don't let me fall in love and want to do disgusting things... Dear God, I love the way he throws.

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[Charlotte is praying at a shrine she has made in her room to the Virgin Mary]

Rachel Flax: Charlotte, we're Jewish.

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Rachel Flax: One thing you can rely on about your father: He can't be relied on.

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Rachel Flax: Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Or don't do anything I would!

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Dr. Reynolds: [Charlotte thinks she is pregnant because she kissed Joe] Has your mother ever talked to you about sex?

Charlotte Flax: Uh... oh yeah! All the time. We talk about everything. She's a wonderful mother.

Dr. Reynolds: So you do know how babies are made?

Charlotte Flax: Oh, yeah.

Dr. Reynolds: Then why did you think you were pregnant? You're still a virgin.

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Charlotte Flax: Oh god. I think I might be pregnant with the next Jewish Italian Messiah

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Charlotte Flax: Sometimes I feel like you're the child and I'm the grown up.

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Mary O'Brien: See that woman right there? That's my mother and when I grow up... I want to be just like yours.

Charlotte Flax: Mary, you already are.

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Charlotte Flax: Okay mom, if you want to drive Lou away, that's your buisness. If you want Joe, it's war.

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Charlotte Flax: So Joe, tell me about the nuns in the convent. Do they wear underwear in the shower?

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Lou Landsky: [Reacting to an odd smile from Rachel as they lay in bed together] What?

Rachel Flax: You're a sexy guy.

Lou Landsky: Do you have to sound surprised when you say that?

Rachel Flax: I *am* surprised.

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Charlotte Flax: He has the most beautiful skin in captivity, I love him because he wears moccasins in the winter even though his feet must feel like blocks of ice.

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