Mary: Can I have a falafel with hot sauce, a side order of Baba Ghanoush and a seltzer, please?
Mary: You don't think I'm smart enough to work in your fucking library?
Mary: Do you realize how broke I am? What do you want me to do? I don't have a job. I'm a loser. Shoot me.
Mary: Do you know the story of Sisyphus?
Leo: Who?
Mary: Sisyphus. It's a myth about this guy who had to roll or push this incredibly huge rock up this steep mountain. Every time he would get to the top of this mountain the rock would roll down again. he would watch this and walk back down the mountain and do it all over again. Forever.
Leo: Drag.
Mary: It's a metaphor for life, Leo. It's famous. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
Leo: Bullshit. He's miserable.
Mary: He doesn't have to be. He accepts his fate.
Leo: You're telling me if you name is Syphilis and you spend your life lugging a fucking rock up a hill you wouldn't be miserable?
Mary: I may have made a mistake but that is no reason to patronize me. It is dismaying that your expectations are based on the performance of a lesser primate, and also revelatory of a managerial style which is sadly lacking. Is it any wonder then that I've chosen not to learn the intricacies of an antiquated and idiotic system
[grunt]
Mary: i think not!
Judy Lindendorf: Re-code it!
Mary: Fuck you!
Judy Lindendorf: Re-code it!
Mary: If you had really loved my mother, you wouldn't treat me like this.
The It Twins: What's up buttercup?
Mary: The rent, and I'm not paying.
Mary: I would like a nice, powerful, mind-altering substance. Preferably one that will make my unborn children grow gills.
Mary: He-he- hello!
Mary: [Trying to sell some clothes] Fifty? but it's Gaultier, it's a collector's item!
Consignment shop owner: honey, it's got two buttons missing
Mary: [blank stare]
Consignment shop owner: alright, i'll give you $50, but i won't take this
[condescending laugh]
Consignment shop owner: that's vintage.
Judy Lindendorf: He's not a dick, he's a patron.
Mary: Get a last name and we'll talk!
