Leona Bloom: [CC is at the beach, telling her mother that she's left John] What do you mean, you left him? What happened? After only three years, you left him? Was it another woman?
CC Bloom: [rolls eyes] It's not a soap opera, Leona. Everything with you is a soap opera.
Leona Bloom: Tell me, honey. Go ahead. Get it off your chest.
CC Bloom: Something just died between us, that's all. He used to care what happened to me. But he stopped paying attention to me.
Leona Bloom: [Leona shakes her head and starts to chuckle]
CC Bloom: What's so funny?
Leona Bloom: [still chuckling slightly] Never mind.
CC Bloom: Leona, what's so funny?
[Leona's laughter continues]
CC Bloom: Why are you laughing? Tell me why you're laughing! MA!
Leona Bloom: [stops laughing] WHAT?
CC Bloom: Tell me!
Leona Bloom: All right, I'm gonna tell you. You wanna know, I'm gonna tell ya. Why do you think I'm living down here in Florida, huh?
CC Bloom: [throwing up hands] I give up. You like the sun.
Leona Bloom: I don't give a shit about the sun! I'm here because it's peaceful, that's why! You always wanted too much attention! You wanted so much attention from everybody all the time, that you wore people out! You wore me out, you wore your father out, may he rest in peace, by the time you were 15 years old!
[CC looks down... Leona takes her hand]
Leona Bloom: I love you, CC.
CC Bloom: [whimpering] No you don't.
Leona Bloom: Oh yes, I do. I love you very much. But I just... I just can't pay any more attention to you. You know what I mean? I want to... but I just can't do it. And if I were you, I wouldn't leave anybody for not paying attention to me. Because sooner or later you're gonna have to leave everybody. You understand me?
CC Bloom: You're not dead yet: so stop living as if you are!
Young Hillary: [voiceover] Be sure to keep in touch C.C... OK?
Young C.C.: [voiceover] Well sure... we're friends, aren't we?
[after Marge has fainted ]
CC Bloom: Hmm. Marge, you ought to cut down on the gasoline. It's bad for the complexion.
Hillary: She could be dead.
CC Bloom: Nah. If she was dead she would've dropped the bottle.
CC Bloom: [the girls are dyeing their hair] Do I look like Marilyn? I don't look a thing like Marilyn!
Hillary: Ok, well, how's mine?
CC Bloom: Hillary, it's exactly the same color!
Hillary: No! It isn't!
CC Bloom: You just spent two hours dyeing your hair exactly the same color!
Hillary: I don't even remember what it was I was mad about and I don't care. Whatever it was that you did, I forgive you.
CC Bloom: What I did? You and your lousy letters. Just to get one of them made me special even before I opened it. All your crappy stories, all your big dreams.
Hillary: I didn't know that.
CC Bloom: Well, what the hell did you know? Did you know how bad things were for me? No, because you wouldn't even open my letters. If you had even answered one, just one! Told me what a jerk I was, anything! But you didn't. You took your friendship away without even discussing it with me. So, thank you very much for forgiving me. But I don't forgive you.
Hillary: I was jealous. I was so jealous of you I couldn't see straight! You did everything you said you were going to do, everything! And your talent, this incredible talent! I can't even yodel!
CC Bloom: I, uh
CC Bloom: I'm playing a prison guard on death row.
John Pierce: I know, I did the casting.
CC Bloom: Well, I thought I'd have a better part.
John Pierce: Not yet.
CC Bloom: But this isn't me.
John Pierce: Well
John Pierce: *Act* like it is.
CC Bloom: [turns to leave] He hates my hair.
CC Bloom: But enough about me, let's talk about you... what do YOU think of me?
CC Bloom: Harry, I did you catch that set? Those people loved me! So, I was wondering if I could borrow fifty dollars until pay day.
CC Bloom: What the hell is this, a piano bar or a Nazi work camp? I'm singing my heart out for bupkus, peanuts. I'm eating dog food and you can't even give me fifty dollars you already owe me?
[Harry hands her the money]
CC Bloom: Oh, Harry, you're an angel. If your mother hadn't been such a bitch, we could've shared something important.
Victoria Cecilia Essex: [CC and Victoria are walking out of the Hollywood Bowl hand-in-hand following CC's concert... CC has just finished telling her a story from her past... Victoria looks up, totally enchanted] So what else did you do?
CC Bloom: [looking down at Victoria and beaming] Whatever they told me not to!
Hillary: I just want to get back to my hotel, but I can't remember the name!
CC Bloom: Ritzy or Cheap?
Hillary: I guess it's Ritzy.
CC Bloom: Does it have a fountain in front, a pool inside, and a bunch of fruits in monkey suits playing violins in the lobby?
Hillary: Yes! That's it!
CC Bloom: You bet your ass it's Ritzy! It's the Marlboro Blenheim.
CC Bloom: OK, stay in. But will you at least get out of those pajamas? You've been in them for over a week!
Hillary: So what? Who the hell are you, the clothes police?
Victoria Cecilia Essex: [singing] Pouncer Pouncer the wonder cat. I'm so glad you're not a rat, or a bat, or too fat.
Aunt Vesta: Here you go, little girl.
[Hands C.C. some money]
Young C.C.: What's this for?
Aunt Vesta: It'll keep you honest.
CC Bloom: [to the pregnant Hillary] Are you ready for your radar, dear?