Candy Darling: Aren't you gonna run after us?
Edna, the wheelchair-bound receptionist: That's a terrible thing to say.
Candy Darling: Honey, its a terrible world.
Andy Warhol: So Candy, how often do you get your period?
Candy Darling: Every day. I'm such a woman.
Valerie Solanas: You're a guy? My god, I thought you were a lesbian.
Candy Darling: Thanks, a lot of people say that.
Candy Darling: Dear Diary, I try to get what I want, whenever it's possible. I have always found that socially unacceptable people make the best lovers because they are more sensitive. I can be happy and fuffilled. I will never doubt it. I can not afford to. Each thought, each movement turned into a great moving force. Love Candy.
Valerie Solanas: You got to go through a lot of sex to be ready for anti-sex.
Paul Morrisey: You call this a groovy light show. I'd rather sit and watch the clothes dryer at the Laundromat. Oh, look. It changed color. Where's a love child? They'll get a kick outta this. Only a hippie would find this even remotely interesting, but I'll tell ya. You spend one day with the hippies, and you realise how truly refreshing and unpretentious, hard core, New York degenerates are.
