Prozac Nation
2001
(opening narration) Elizabeth: Back, back, back. How fucking far back do you go? My mom and dad were divorced before I was two, and from that on my father was almost uninvolved in my life, and my mother much too involved. She wanted to make up for all her mistakes through me.
Elizabeth: One night there was something in my pants, like blood. My mom said, oh, hell, your period. This is where all the trouble starts. She was right.
Elizabeth: Now mom and dad really had something to fight over: me. Then one day my dad disappeared. No numbers, no letters - just gone. I wrote to seventeen magazine, a long letter about us. They wanted to publish it as an article, but kept asking, your dad going away, does he come back? Does it have a happy ending? In reality it didn't, but I thought, what the hell, I'll give them what they want.
Mrs Wurtzel: Come on, this is the most important day of your life! Elizabeth: I thought that's when you get married. Mrs Wurtzel: Huh, no honey, that's the worst day of your life.
Mrs Wurtzel: (on the phone) Mom, she looks beautiful. Elizabeth: Pity, I was aiming for psychotic.
Elizabeth: Ever since I was a little kid, my mum and I hang out together. I didn't fit in with most kids at schools. They thought I was strange, so they made me feel like a stranger. And my mother took advantage of it from an early age, throwing me into plays, spelling bees, studying, writing, museums, concerts, and even more writing. She convinced me this would lead to the Holy Grail: Harvard. A place where I would finally be surrounded by people I had something in common with.
Elizabeth: (to Ruby) We'll be like this beautiful literary freaks. Being brilliant, and dark. Sexy. (both laugh) Elizabeth: (to herself) Trouble is, I'm deadly serious.
Elizabeth: He told me afterwards in terms of absolute value, sex and drugs were equally meaningless to him. Just two different ways to have fun. Which is all well and good, until a girl tries out the same approach.
Elizabeth: You know, if you're going to suggest therapy, don't. I'm living proof it doesn't work.
Elizabeth: You don't understand. You don't understand, it was an accident. Ruby: An accident? You call that a fucking accident? Elizabeth: It was, uh, it was sort of, you know... Ruby: Come on, what? Elizabeth: An accidental blowjob?
Elizabeth: Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression.