Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
Guys only want one thing. I'm going to the snack bar, want a wiener?
Berdine:
They look like beatniks, should I unpack my bongos?
Marvel Ann:
I intend to unpack mine.
Captain Monica Stark:
Strange that the victim had only one testicle stuffed in his mouth. I believe they usually come in pairs.
Cookie:
Well, that's cuz he only had one. I checked. Plenty of meat, only one potato.
Kanaka:
Mistress Ann, I've been a bad boy.
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
And bad boys get spanked. Bad boys get tortured!
Kanaka:
Cowabunga!
Mrs. Forrest:
I believe this is what you kids call a gang bang!
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
[
as Ann Bowman] I'm no mere chick! I'm a goddess! And the first thing I'm gonna sacrifice are ya balls, sonny!
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
[
as Ann Bowman] Who do you have to FUCK to get a hot dog in this dump?
Drive-In Counterman:
Say what?
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
You heard me, buster! And I'm not payin' extra for dialog, so cut the chin music!
Rhonda:
Hey, is it true you're going to Europe at the end of the summer?
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
No, we just have a Swedish exchange student living with us.
Rhonda:
Oh, I heard you were going to Denmark.
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
Where'd ya get that idea?
Rhonda:
I heard you were going there to have some sort of an operation.
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
An operation?
Rhonda:
Yeah, I heard you were having your dick cut off and turning into a girl.
[
suddenly gleeful]
Rhonda:
Kisses.
Provoloney:
Why you picking on us? We didn't do nothin' wrong.
Captain Monica Stark:
Because I don't like you. Don't like the way ya talk. I don't like the way ya walk. Don't like ya haircut. You kids think ya own this beach- think it's a teenage world. Well, you're dead wrong!
Lars:
I'm having trouble with my pants. Whenever I put my hand in the pocket, I feel a little prick.
[
as she's hauled off by the cops]
Mrs. Forrest:
You'll never get away with this, motherfucking cocksuckers!
Captain Monica Stark:
Frankly, Dr. Edwards, in the past, I've had little use for you headshrinkers, inkblot tests, "I hate my mother" and all that crap. But with this case, I find myself at a loss. I understand you specialize in the treatment of homicidal maniacs.
Dr. Edwards:
Yes, well, I've never been involved in a criminal investigation.
Captain Monica Stark:
Hmm. Don't worry. You can leave the cops and robbers stuff to me. What I need from you is this: what kind of sicko am I looking for?
Dr. Edwards:
The perpetrator preys upon vulnerable unfortunates the killers deems somehow flawed.
Captain Monica Stark:
Give me a profile.
Dr. Edwards:
Let's say the assailant is highly sophisticated, yet childlike. Vulnerable but canny.
[
a photo of Chicklet flies in Monica's head]
Dr. Edwards:
Capable of both tenderness and extreme brutality.
[
then, a photo of Kanaka]
Dr. Edwards:
The murderer is highly intelligent, yet strangely out of touch with reality.
[
then a photo of Mrs. Forrest]
Dr. Edwards:
Sexual, yet surprisingly innocent.
[
then, a photo of Bettina Barnes]
Dr. Edwards:
This individual has an insatiable craving for normalcy, which will make your investigation all the more difficult.
Captain Monica Stark:
How so?
Dr. Edwards:
Because the killer will do everything in his power to pass as normal.
[
finally, a question mark]
Dr. Edwards:
He or she could be anyone.
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
I've never been to an orgy before. What do I wear?
Berdine:
No one understands Bettina. Her screen persona is a brilliant comment on the socio-political structure of stardom.
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
You get all that from "The Pizza Waitress with Three Heads"? I guess we are the only ones watching the movie.
Kanaka:
Still walking the straight and narrow-minded?
Starcat:
Kid, listen to it in high-fidelity, stereophonic sound: surfing's a man's domain. No minnows in the shark tank.
Captain Monica Stark:
Well, here we are at another murder. I'd rather we met for minature golf.
Mrs. Forrest:
Show me a subpoena, flatfoot.
Florence "Chicklet" Forrest:
[
as Anne Bowman] Anne Bowman created orgies.
Captain Monica Stark:
Mrs. Forrest, what were you doing at 9 PM last night?
Mrs. Forrest:
What any woman should be doing at 9 PM. Needlepoint!
T.J.:
I've had a man's hairy balls since I was 8. It's the source of my power. They tell me the weather, time of day, if there's a pile-up on Route 66.
Bettina Barnes:
Another lousy sci-fi flick. Berdine, I just can't identify with the Rat-Faced Girl from Mars.
Berdine:
Is it really that bad?
Bettina Barnes:
Honey, Lassie could fart out a better script.
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