Charlotte Flax:
I want to stay!
Rachel Flax:
And do what?
Charlotte Flax:
Finish high school
Rachel Flax:
Great start. What's your major? Town tramp?
Charlotte Flax:
No Mom, the town already has one.
Charlotte Flax:
I wanted to ask her what color her bra was and if she had pure thoughts every second of the day, but...
Charlotte Flax:
I'm going to make real sandwiches; big ones that a man can sink his teeth into.
Rachel Flax:
Who's that?
Charlotte Flax:
That's Mr. Crane, my history teacher, and he is very nice.
Rachel Flax:
*He* is an asshole.
Charlotte Flax:
You haven't even spoken to him yet!
Rachel Flax:
Charlotte, I don't need to speak to him. He's driving an Edsel, for Christ's sake.
Rachel Flax:
Charlotte, I know you're planning a celibate life, but with half my chromosomes, I think that might be tough.
Charlotte Flax:
A word about Mrs. Flax and food: the word is "hors d'oeurves." Fun Finger Foods is her main source book and it's all the woman cooks.
Charlotte Flax:
Oh, I'm going to hell for sure. Here he is, talking about his dead mother and I can't help wishing his hands were unbuttoning my dress!
Rachel Flax:
Alright, you know what? I'll make you a deal. You stop being a little bitch for, let's say, oh, I don't know, an hour or two, and I won't knock the religion of your choice for a week.
Charlotte Flax:
Please God don't let me fall in love and want to do disgusting things... Dear God, I love the way he throws.
[
Charlotte is praying at a shrine she has made in her room to the Virgin Mary]
Rachel Flax:
Charlotte, we're Jewish.
Rachel Flax:
One thing you can rely on about your father: He can't be relied on.
Rachel Flax:
Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Or don't do anything I would!
Dr. Reynolds:
[
Charlotte thinks she is pregnant because she kissed Joe] Has your mother ever talked to you about sex?
Charlotte Flax:
Uh... oh yeah! All the time. We talk about everything. She's a wonderful mother.
Dr. Reynolds:
So you do know how babies are made?
Charlotte Flax:
Oh, yeah.
Dr. Reynolds:
Then why did you think you were pregnant? You're still a virgin.
Charlotte Flax:
Oh god. I think I might be pregnant with the next Jewish Italian Messiah
Charlotte Flax:
Sometimes I feel like you're the child and I'm the grown up.
Mary O'Brien:
See that woman right there? That's my mother and when I grow up... I want to be just like yours.
Charlotte Flax:
Mary, you already are.
Charlotte Flax:
Okay mom, if you want to drive Lou away, that's your buisness. If you want Joe, it's war.
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