Laura Lizzie: Oh God look, there is a pubic hair in my brush. Oh no wait, wait. That's just one of Rochelle's little nappy hairs.
Rochelle: Why are you doing this to me, Laura? Do you think you're funny?
Laura Lizzie: You really wanna know why?
Rochelle: Yes, I really wanna know why.
Laura Lizzie: Because I don't like negroids.
Sarah: Did you tell your friends?
Chris: What?
Sarah: That you're a lying sack of shit.
Chris: No... b-but I will.
Nancy: You know, in the old days, if a witch betrayed her coven, they would kill her.
Laura Lizzie: Ow! You pulled my hair out.
Sarah: Sorry, I thought I saw a bug. They have shampoo for that, you know.
Laura Lizzie: Stupid bitch.
Mr. Bailey: Can I help you?
Chris: No one can help me.
Nancy: You know, if I were as pathetic as you are, I would have killed myself ages ago. You should get on with it.
Chris: Sarah, come on, I mean... you look like you need to talk to somebody anyway.
Sarah: How do you know what I look like? We're talking on the phone.
Bonnie: I drink of my sisters, and I take into myself the power to be beautiful, outside as well as in.
Sarah: Relax... it's only magic. Now who's pathetic?
Nancy: I drink of my sisters, and I take into myself... all the power of Manon.
Sarah: That's all?
Rochelle: All these songs are by Connie Francis.
Grace: Yeah, isn't that great? Since I was a little girl all I've wanted in life was a jukebox that played nothing but Connie Francis records.
Bonnie: That's great.
Rochelle: Who's Connie Francis?
Grace: Who's Connie Francis? Honey, listen and learn! Connie Francis.
Chosen answer: It says "Gustav Klimt", the name of an artist in the 1800s, and the paper towel dispenser is actually one of his prints. In the shot where Robin Tunney is walking out of the shower, you can see the bottom of the painting, although the full piece is never visable.