Edna Buxton:
Mother, the dress doesn't fit.
Mrs. Buxton:
The dress fits the occasion. It's you that doesn't fit.
Record producer:
Nice voice, toots. The thing is we already have someone just like you.
Record producer:
I don't want to burst your bubble, but not only do we have someone like you. We are trying to get rid of the someone like you.
Denise Waverly:
Maybe I put too much of myself into my songs.
Jay Phillips:
The only thing I wish for you, and I wish it most sincerely, I wish you would get fired.
Denise Waverly:
He smokes some grass. He uses some psychedelics. He uses peyote, but he is down on hard drugs.
Joel Millner:
You look like a vampire. Eat your hamburger. All that health food stuff will kill you.
Denise Waverly:
What exactly did you like about my record? The thickness of the vinyl?
Cheryl:
Come on girls. This is supposed to be upbeat, not uptight. Get happy.
Denise Waverly:
Howard? You're not going to believe this, but I think I'm pregnant.
Howard Cazsatt:
No, you can't be. I pulled out.
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