Fiction Empire

Brandy
Brandy: Oh my shit. Oh my shit.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Not a word. You talk and in Seattle I'll change you in to Harvey Wallbanger.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: May I introduce Signore Alfa Romeo, professional male consort to the Princess Brandy Alexander.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: May I introduce Miss Kay MacIsaac, personal secretary to the Princess Brandy Alexander.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Let's guess how long it takes him to find a week's supply of girl juice soaking into his ass.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: It's so safe and peaceful here. Nothing very bad could ever happen to you here. Not like at school. Or at home.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: It's just such a big commitment, being a girl, you know. Forever.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: It helps to know you're not any more responsible for how you look than a car is. You're a product just as much. A product of a product of a product. The people who design cars, they're products. Your parents are products. Their parents were products. Your teachers, products. The minister in your church, another product.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Don't worry. Other people will fill in the blanks.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Don't tell me you've never watched our Christian Healing Network!

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Don't anybody panic. I can get us back into the states, but I''m going to need a condom and a breath mint.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Daisy, honey, don't point a gun at the people who I love.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Anything you can do is boring and old and perfectly okay.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: And this. This. This. And this. This is the Princess Brandy Alexander.

Brandy

Brandy
Brandy: Who you are moment to moment is just a story.

Daisy & Evie

Daisy & Evie
Daisy: Why is it dogs lick themselves?
Evie: Just because they can. They're not like people.

Daisy & Her Parents

Daisy & Her Parents
Daisy's father: In your brother's name we bought you a membership in P.F.L.A.G.
Daisy: Pee-flag?
Daisy's Mother: Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience (on postcard from the future): Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I have ever known.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience (on postcard from the future): When we don't know who to hate we hate ourselves.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: Felching is when a man fucks you up the butt without a rubber. He shoots his load, and then plants his mouth on your anus and sucks out his own warm sperm, plus whatever lubricant and feces are present. That's felching. It may or may not include kissing you to pass the sperm and fecal matter into your mouth.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: I'm living the life I love, I tell myself, and loving the life I live.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: I can't talk. All I can eat are liquids. Nobody will look at me. I'm invisible.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: Completely and totally, permanently and without hope, forever and ever I love Brandy Alexander. And that's enough.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: Birds. Birds ate me face.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience (on postcard from the future): The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: The word love tastes like earwax when I think it about Manus and Evie.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: The evil queen was stupid to play Snow White's game. There's an age where a woman has to move on to another kind of power. Money, for example. Or a gun.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

Daisy St. Patience
Daisy St. Patience: Like it's any wonder I don't recognize my old mutilated brother.

Daisy's Father

Daisy's Father
Daisy's Father: A study, a telephone survey of heterosexuals in urban areas with a high incidence of HIV infection showed that thirty-five percent of people are uncomfortable buying their own condoms.

Daisy's Father

Daisy's Father
Daisy's Father: I think 'fletching' is the word your mother meant. It means to slice the turkey into very thin strips.

Daisy's Mother

Daisy's Mother
Daisy's Mother: You do know to put the condom on as soon as the penis is erect, don't you?

Daisy's Mother

Daisy's Mother
Daisy's Mother: Instead of buying you a big present, we made a donation in your name to the World AIDS Research Fund.

Daisy's Mother

Daisy's Mother
Daisy's Mother: Drugs we could deal with. Teen-age pregnancy we could deal with.

Ellis

Ellis
Ellis: Don't leave me too long, miss. If I don't get enough of my pills, I'll have one of my fits.

Evie & Daisy

Evie & Daisy
Evie: I'm on my way to a shoot. Any chance you have any agency vouchers you can lend me?
Daisy (writing on pad of paper): Is that my sweater you're wearing
Evie:Yeah, but I knew you wouldn't mind.
Daisy (writing on pad of paper): But it's a size 6. And you're a size 9.
Evie: Listen, my call is for two o'clock. Why don't I stop by some time when you're in a better mood? I'm so sorry things had to go this way. It wasn't all of it anybody's fault.

Gon Rhea

Gon Rhea
Gon Rhea: The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

Gwen WorksAsHooker

Gwen WorksAsHooker
Gwen WorksAsHooker: To protect themselves, most girls on the street break off a little bit of razor blade and glue it under their fingernail. Girls paint the razor nail so it looks like a regular fingernail. When they go to jail, or when they're not attractive anymore, some girls use the razor nail to slash their wrists.

Katty Kathy
Katty Kathy: Your heart is my pinata.

Katty Kathy
Katty Kathy: That dress is fine, I mean, if that's really how you want to look.

Katty Kathy
Katty Kathy: Kiss, Kiss.

Katty Kathy
Katty Kathy: Is that what you're going to wear?

Katty Kathy
Katty Kathy: I think it would be good for our relationship if we dated other people.

Katty Kathy
Katty Kathy: Don't touch my hair!

Manus

Manus
Manus: The point is whoever buts your ears off is the one you'll hate for the rest of your life.

Manus

Manus
Manus: I'll do anything! Just, please, don't let me burn to death or shoot me.

Photographer

Photographer
Photographer: Honey, could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth?

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me peace and happiness, a loving relationship, and a perfect home.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me tolerance.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me wisdom.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me denial.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me total and complete justified retribution.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me anger.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me amazement.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me adoration.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me a new start.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me a break.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Just give me my first opportunity.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me wonder, baby.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me vengeance.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me understanding.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me terror.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me sympathy.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me romance.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me release.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me pity.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me peace.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me patience.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me malice.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me lust, baby.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me detached existentialist ennui.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me denial.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me courage.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me control.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me brutal honesty.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me attention.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me another chance.

Photographer in Daisy's Head
Photographer in Daisy's head: Give me beauty.

Seth

Seth
Seth (on postcard from the future): Only when we eat up this planet will God give us another. We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.

Seth

Seth
Seth (on postcard from the future): On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer dryer pair.

Seth

Seth
Seth (on postcard from the future): Game shows are designed to make us feel better about the random, useless facts that are all we have left of our education.

Seth

Seth
Seth (on postcard from the future): You have to keep recycling yourself.

Seth

Seth
Seth (on postcard from the future): We are all self-composing.

Seth

Seth
Seth: My point is that maybe TV makes you God. And it could be that all we are is God's television.

Seth

Seth
Seth: I love how you could just be visiting from the distant future via the 1960s.

Seth

Seth
Seth: Did you ever think about life as a metaphor for television?

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