My So-Called Life (1994–1995)
Angela: I mean, I think about it... all the time, but...
Brian: Wait, you *think* about it all the time?
Angela: Brian! Yes! Shut up... guys don't have a monopoly on thinking about it.
Brian: They don't?
Angela: My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying, "How was that drive-by shooting?" You don't care how it *was*, you're lucky to get out alive.
Angela: It had become the focus of everything. It was all I could feel, all I could think about. It blotted out the rest of my face, the rest of my life. Like the zit had become... the truth about me.
Angela: [narrating] I couldn't stop thinking about it. The, like, fact that - that people - had sex. That they just *had* it, like sex was this thing people - *had*, like a rash. Or a - a Rottweiler. Everything started to seem like, pornographic or something. Like, Mrs. Krysanowski has sex. So does Mr. Katimsky. They both have sex. They could - have sex together. Like right now.
Angela: I am, like, the *sickest* person.
Angela: If only there were a button somewhere that I could push. To force me to stop talking.
Angela: Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison. And the crime is how much we hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while. And admit the truth: that when you really look closely? People are so strange and so complicated that they're actually... beautiful. Possibly even me.
Angela: They weren't the kind of kisses you could actually evaluate. They were more like... introductory kisses.
Angela: This life has been a test. If this had been an actual life, you would have received instructions on where to go and what to do.
Angela: The worst feeling is suddenly realizing that you don't measure up. And that, in the past, when you thought you did, you were a fool.
Angela: Sometimes I think if my mother wasn't so good at pretending to be happy she might be better at actually being happy.
Angela: Walking into someone else's house for the first time is like entering another country. Not that I've ever been to another country.
Angela: Each card has its own name: The Magician; The Empress; The Fool; The Wheel of Fortune; Strength. They represent challenges and tests, twists of fate. No card is all good or all bad. Cards can be positive or negative depending on where they fall. When you read someone's future, they must think of a question. They must hold it in their mind. The cards read in sequence, each card leads to the next. We move from terror and loss to unexpected good fortune and out of darkness hope is born.
Angela: Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits into this empty place in your heart.
Rayanne: You wanna have sex with him.
Rayanne: Who. Jordan. Catalano. Come on, I'm not gonna tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both.
First Bathroom Girl: Wait, so what's fat-free?
Second Bathroom Girl: When something's, like, free. Of fat.
Third Bathroom Girl: Well, what's the difference between fat-free, and like, nonfat?
Angela: There's this dividing line between girls who have had sex, and girls who haven't. And all of a sudden you realize you're looking at each other across it.
Rayanne Graff: "Potential slut". Now where do people get an idea like that about me?
Enrique (Rickie) Vasquez: Research!
Angela: When someone compliments your parents, there's like nothing to say. It's like a stun gun to your brain.
Patty: Orange juice doesn't grown on trees, Angela.
Angela: It sorta does.
Angela: Hatred can become like food, it gives you this energy that you can like, live off of.
Brian: It's like you have created your own prison and now you have to exist in it.
Jordan: It's like you think you are safe or something cause you can just walk away anytime, cause you don't need her - you don't need anyone. But the thing you didn't realize is, you're wrong.
Brian: Dear Angela, I know in the past I've caused you pain and I'm sorry. And I'll always be sorry 'till the day I die. And I hate this pen I'm holding because I should be holding you. I hate this paper under my hand because it isn't you. I even hate this letter because it's not the whole truth. Because the whole truth is so much more than a letter can even say. If you want to hate me, go ahead. If you want to burn this letter, do it. You could burn the whole world down; you could tell me to go to hell. I'd go, if you wanted me to. And I'd send you a letter from there. Sincerely, Jordan Catalano
[Jordan hands Angela the love letter she wrote about him]
Angela: when I wrote this... I wrote this about someone else, I had... this guy, I had a boyfriend last summer and I wrote everything I... I wanted to remember... and I used your name because I wanted... I didn't want other people to know it was about him because... he died... he's dead.
[From a mid-season advertisement]
Narrator: Will Angela ever get over Jordan? Will Rayanne ever stop drinking? Will Brian ever be cool enough? Will Cousin Tino ever actually show up?
Angela: What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere. Like, your life just figured out how to get good. Like, that second.
Sharon Cherski: My father almost died. And you were the only person who didn't even seem to care. People I barely knew were coming up to me all like, concerned, and you, you acted like you barely even knew me.
Angela: I know, I know I acted like that. I just didn't know what else to do... I knew I was the last person on earth you wanted to deal with...
Sharon Cherski: [beginning to cry] You were the *only* person I wanted to deal with!
Angela: You know, you are sick and demented. You skew everything in terms of sex.
Brian: Not everything!