Courtney: I killed Liz. I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.
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Courtney: I killed Liz. I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.
Courtney: I don't believe we've met, what with the cruel politics of high school and all.
Narrator: First, you need to know something about them. The beautiful ones. The flawless four. Everyone wanted to be them. You know them. They went to your school too. They totally ruled. The one in green, that's Courtney. She was the leader. She was like Satan in heels. The blonde, Marcie Fox, a legend in her own little mind. Known to herself as Foxy. The leggy one with the pigtails is Julie, doomed to be popular because of that face and because she was best friends with the one in the pink. That's Liz Purr. She was special. Everybody loved Liz. Not just because she was beautiful and popular and rich and smart. She was all of those things, but more than anything, she was sweet. Courtney ruled with terror, but Liz ruled with kindness. She was like the Princess Di of Reagan High and that pissed Courtney off. Liz Purr was just... well, she was perfect. I used to dream about what it would be like to be her: Elizabeth Purr. It's a shame about what happened to Liz. That was no way to wake up on your 17th birthday.
Courtney: They'll believe it because it's thier worst nightmare: Elizabeth Purr, the very picture of teenage perfection, obliterated by perversion.
Fern: She's so evil and she's only in high school!
Courtney: I have this gift. I can smell a lie.
Marcie: How about some public affection, girls?
Gothic Girl: Cool! You've got a still-born!
Miss Sherwood: Please, cover you bosoms. This is a learning institution, it's not a brothel.
Courtney: I killed Liz. I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.
Courtney: I don't believe we've met, what with the cruel politics of high school and all.
Narrator: First, you need to know something about them. The beautiful ones. The flawless four. Everyone wanted to be them. You know them. They went to your school too. They totally ruled. The one in green, that's Courtney. She was the leader. She was like Satan in heels. The blonde, Marcie Fox, a legend in her own little mind. Known to herself as Foxy. The leggy one with the pigtails is Julie, doomed to be popular because of that face and because she was best friends with the one in the pink. That's Liz Purr. She was special. Everybody loved Liz. Not just because she was beautiful and popular and rich and smart. She was all of those things, but more than anything, she was sweet. Courtney ruled with terror, but Liz ruled with kindness. She was like the Princess Di of Reagan High and that pissed Courtney off. Liz Purr was just... well, she was perfect. I used to dream about what it would be like to be her: Elizabeth Purr. It's a shame about what happened to Liz. That was no way to wake up on your 17th birthday.
Courtney: They'll believe it because it's thier worst nightmare: Elizabeth Purr, the very picture of teenage perfection, obliterated by perversion.
Fern: She's so evil and she's only in high school!
Courtney: I have this gift. I can smell a lie.
Marcie: How about some public affection, girls?
Gothic Girl: Cool! You've got a still-born!
Miss Sherwood: Please, cover you bosoms. This is a learning institution, it's not a brothel.
Gothic Girl: Cool! You've got a still-born!
Miss Sherwood: Please, cover you bosoms. This is a learning institution, it's not a brothel.
Julie: Who the fuck are you? Courtney: What? Julie: They found some poor guy and they charge him with murder? What have you done, Courtney? What have you done? Courtney: It's just what I had to do, dear. Julie: What? Destroy another life, Courtney? Courtney: Life's a bitch, then you die. Julie: No, honey, you're the bitch! Courtney: Oh, so aggressive, Julie! It kind of turns me on! Marcie: I'm sure Fern likes it. Courtney: Come on, Marce. This train wreck's getting old.
Courtney: I made you and I can break you just as easily. Vylette: Good idea. Kill me like you did Liz.
Courtney: Wait a minute. Julie: What? Courtney: Rape. They'll check to see if she was raped, right? Maybe Liz had a friend over, you know. Mommy and Daddy's last night away. Maybe he's from school, maybe not, but definitely into kink. He got a little rough, went a little too far, you know. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. She screamed for help, but no one could hear her. Her screams were muffled by the huge candy ball. She tried, but there was nothing. Only sugary sweet death. Marcie: Oh my God. That like, totally gave me the chills.
Courtney: I taught you to disrespect us? Fern: You taught me to rule. Courtney: That's right! Rule, bitch! But don't forget who made you!
Courtney: What a fucking tearjerker. Look, Marce, it's like "Terms of Endearment Part III" only this time, the boyfriend's gay. Marcie: Yeah, and the rest of the cast sucks!
Miss Sherwood: You don't think that Miss Mayo could have...? No. Miss Mayo is as sweet as the days are long. Detective Vera Cruz: It's a crazy world, Miss Sherwood. Some of the sweetest candies are sour as death inside.
Vylette: This is high school, Detective Cruz. What is a friend anyway? Detective Vera Cruz: A friend is someone who tells the truth no matter what. A true friend never lies.
Courtney: You like it? Dane: It's okay. Courtney: Okay? There's nothing kinky about "okay," now is there?
Courtney: Listen, bitch. One word and you're over. I mean that. Julie: I'm not scared of you anymore, Courtney. Courtney: We saw you. We all know you did it. Julie: No one will ever believe you! Courtney: Ask Fern, ask Marcie. We saw everything. Julie: You fucking liar. Courtney: One word and you perish. I promise you that. Toodles!
Marcie: AHH! Courtney: What? Marcie: She looked at me. I swear to God, she looked at me. Courtney: Her eyes are open. She has to look somewhere. My God, Marcie, she's dead. Relax.
Courtney: Well, if it isn't the beautiful people! Brenda: Courtney, I've been meaning to tell you, you are to-die to-die! Courtney: Thank you, my dear. Marcie: I'm so bored tonight. I think it's time for a little room service. Courtney: Marcie! Reality check. I think there's a certain announcement that needs to be made. Dane: Yeah. Give it up for the prom queen. Marcie: Oh my god, Courtney. I am so sorry! Courtney: It's okay, Marce. We can't all be up to speed, can we, girls?
Make-Up Monger #1: I'm sorry, this stall is reserved. Gothic Girl: What? Make-Up Monger #1: Haven't you met Vylette? It's all about Vylette.
Vylette: Hi, girls! Courtney: What's wrong with this picture?
Zack: I have been a very, very naughty boy. Julie: Have you? Zack: Would you like to do the honors?
Marcie: This is a joke, right? This is a total joke. Say it's a joke! Courtney: It was supposed to be for fun. Marcie: Oh, my God. This isn't happening. Say this isn't happening! Courtney: I just didn't want her to scream. Julie: Oh, God. Oh, God, Liz! Courtney: I thought a jawbreaker would be funny. Julie: You gagged her with a jawbreaker?
Julie: I don't know if I can do this, Courtney. Courtney: It's just a day, like any other day. Now, what would we do on any other day? Marcie: Pre-lunch touchups? Courtney: That's right, Marcie. Take a long, hard look in the mirror, girls. It's beauty time.
Courtney: I know you. I know all about you. You're the one in the corner that the geeks won't dance with because they're at home fucking old pervs in cyberspace, thinking they're doing some hot babe. There's nothing to hide, Fern. You're nothing. We're everything. You're the shadow, we're the sun. But I'm here to offer you something you never dreamed of. Something that you were never meant to be, but will be. Because today, Fern, my dear, fate has decided that you are cool. We're gonna make you... one of us. Beautiful, popular, loved, feared. All you've ever dreamed of. If, and only if, you never, ever tell anyone what you heard. Think of it. Julie: This is sick, Courtney. You don't own someone by making them beautiful. A makeover can't hide the truth. Courtney: Liz is gone, Fern. Take her place.
