Let's turn on the juice and see what shakes loose.
Hey, these aren't my rules! Come to think of it, I don't have any rules!
[About her stepmother, Delia] She's sleeping with Prince Valium tonight.
I will live with you in this hellhole, but I must express myself. If you don't let me gut out this house and make it my own, I will go insane and I will take you with me!
Don't mind her. She's still upset that someone dropped a house on her sister.
I can't believe we're eating Cantonese. Is there no Szechuan up here?
I plan to have a stroke from the amount of MSG that's in this food.
This is our first meal in this house, so why don't we all do our little private parts to make it a pleasant one.
Don't bait your mother, Pumpkin. As soon as we get settled, we'll build you a darkroom in the basement.
My whole life is a darkroom. One... big... dark... room.
So you were miserable in the city, and now you're going to be miserable out here in the sticks. At least someone's life hasn't been upheaved.
What are your qualifications?
[refined voice] Ah, well... I attended Julliard... I'm a graduate of the Harvard Business School. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. [getting progressively more demented] I've seen "The Exorcist" about 167 times, and it keeps getting funnier every single time I see it! Not to mention the fact that you're talking to a dead guy! Now what do you think?! You think I'm "qualified"?