Expiration
2003
Guillaume: Do you know where Blue Curaçao comes from? Sam: Curaçao?
Rachel: You wanna smoke a joint... Sam: Are you serious? Rachel: When I'm nervous I hum oldies, I eat red licorice and I blaze phatties, so just say yes or no, k?
Niki: Nice place. Sam: Yeah I like it... it's a little red, little red... I'm having womb flashbacks...
Sam: You don't really think you talked to God right? Jeremy: No. I listened.
Niki: Where the fuck were you? Sam: It's kind of a long story...
Rachel: Getting married isn't going to unfuck her, you know that right?
Niki: This isn't my fight... Naomi: Cut off one asshole's dick and they all feel it.
Jeremy: Believe it or not, the first time I tried drugs was 39 days ago. I figured, why beat around the bush, so I came home and dropped acid. Sam: How was that experience? Jeremy: I saw God. Sam: Guess it was pretty good then. Jeremy: He said only one sentence out loud. Do this one small thing, and all your sins shall be forgotten. The time I slapped Joanna, the time I called my Mom a bitch, even the time I beat off in the confessional... "Do this one small act."
Sam: How do you feel? Rachel: Awake.
Naomi: Having a kid doesn't mean you're not one.
Julia: Where's home? Niki: The Anchor Motel... (Julia laughs quietly) You know it? Julia: Too fucking well.