Sugar Rush
2005
Kim: He also said that he wants to see two women kiss. Sugar: Dirty bastard. I love him. (she pulls Kim in and kisses her)
Kim: It's the 21st Century - a 15-year-old using a toothbrush to masturbate over her best friend shouldn't be that big a deal.
Kim: She's not gay and I don't want to be.
Stella: Teenage girls are so clued up these days. Sugar: That's because you adults are so full of shit!
Matt: I hope your pubes turn ginger.
Kim: So I'm a 15-year-old queer virgin and my mum's a whore, and she's so scared I'll tell my dad she's trying to be my best friend.
Kim: We walk around pretending we're in a Disney movie when really it's a gangster porn flick.
Kim: There's this girl, Sugar, who I like, I really like. I suppose you could say I'm obsessed, and basically if I don't shag her soon I'm going to explode, so I thought heavy narcotics might ease things on a bit.
Kim: It's amazing the things you do when you're a fucked-up teenager. Adolescents are hormonally insane.
Kim: Just when you thought life couldn't get any worse you're a virgin with a sexually transmitted disease!
Sugar: He is the first person to ever make me come!
Kim: It was the first day of the rest of my life. I was no longer going to be shat on.
Kim: I was so busy telling everyone what everyone else thought I forgot to tell them both to sod off!
Sugar: He gave me a multiple orgasm, I think I know him well enough!
Sugar: (on phone sex) You have to do all the hard work yourself!
Sugar: I bet he'll be with some stupid French bird with hairy armpits, garlic breath and giving him a crap blowjob!
Sugar: I remember he held back my hair. (Kim looks confused) Sugar: (matter-of-factly) I was puking.
Sugar: Dyke! Kim: Slapper! Sugar: Rug-muncher! Kim: Slut!
Sugar: I'm not wanting someone to sit and watch movies with. I'm looking for someone to fuck!
Kim: Tonight was different. Tonight I was living the dream. I was buying my girlfriend a drink and nothing could stop me.
Kim: What's the male version of a prick-tease? Tom: A twat-tease?
Kim: So, Sugar figured out I'm a rug-muncher.
Kim: (praying) Dear God, please stop me perving over Sugar and help me find me a fit guy to perv over instead. Or if it turns out you're OK with the whole same-sex thing, then stop Sugar messing me about and help her find her way into my bed.
Kim: Fantasizing during my first time? I'm sure they don't tell you to do that in Cosmo-Girl.
Sugar: You must have some tricks up your sleeve. How else are you going to make up for the fact that there's no cock?