Heathers (1988)
Kim Walker: Heather Chandler
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Quotes
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Heather Chandler : Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Teresa?
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Heather Chandler : Grow up Heather, bulimia's so '87.
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Heather Chandler : You stupid fuck.
Veronica Sawyer : You goddamn bitch.
Heather Chandler : I brought you to a Remington party and what's my thanks? It's on a hallway carpet. I got paid in puke.
Veronica Sawyer : Lick it up, baby. Lick. It. Up.
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Heather McNamara : It's your turn Heather.
Heather Chandler : No, Heather, it's Heather's turn. Heather?
Heather Duke : Sorry Heather.
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Heather Chandler : They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I'm worshiped at Westerburg and I'm only a junior.
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Heather Duke : [playing croquet] So what are you gonna do Heather? Take two shots or send me out?
Heather Chandler : Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? First you ask if you can be red, knowing that I'm always red.
[puts her croquet ball against Heather's and sends it flying]
Heather Duke : Shit.
Heather Chandler : It's your turn, Heather.
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Heather Chandler : [sticker inside locker] I shop, therefore I am.
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Heather Chandler : You were nothing before you met me. You were playing Barbies with Betty Finn. You were a Bluebird. You were a Brownie. You were a Girl Scout Cookie.
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Heather Chandler : Transfer to Washington. Transfer to Jefferson. No one at Westerberg is going to let you play their reindeer games.
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Veronica Sawyer : Hello, Heather.
Heather Chandler : Veronica. Finally. I got a note of Kurt Kelly's. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Kurt's handwriting, and we'll slip it onto Martha Dumptruck's lunch tray.
Veronica Sawyer : Shit, Heather, I don't have anything against Martha Dunnstock.
Heather Chandler : You don't have anything for her either. Come on, it'll be very. The note'll give her shower-nozzle masturbation material for weeks.
Veronica Sawyer : I'll think about it.
Heather Chandler : Don't think.
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Heather Chandler : Is this turnout weak or what? I had at least 70 more people at my funeral.
Veronica Sawyer : Heather?
Heather Chandler : God, Veronica. My afterlife is so boring. I have to sing Kumbaya one more time...
Veronica Sawyer : What are you doing here?
Heather Chandler : I made your favorite. Spaghetti. With lots of oregano. Dinner!
Veronica Sawyer : [wakes up from dream]
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Heather Duke : Veronica, can you come back here a minute?
Veronica Sawyer : A true friend's work is never done.
Heather Chandler : Gross.
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Heather Chandler : [sarcastic] Intense... grow up. You think I'll drink it just because you call me chicken...? Just gimmie the cup, jerk.
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Heather McNamara : God, they won't expel him, they'll just suspend him for a week or something.
Heather Chandler : He used a real gun. They should throw his ass in jail.
Veronica Sawyer : No way. He used blanks. All J. D. really did was ruin two pairs of pants, maybe not even that. Can you bleach out urine stains?
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Heather Chandler : You wanted to be a member of the most powerful clique in school. If I wasn't already the head of it, I'd want the same thing.
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Heather Chandler : You blow it tonight, girl, and it's keggers with kids all next year.
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Veronica Sawyer : So, what's the question?
Heather Duke : Yeah, so what's the question, Heather?
Heather Chandler : Goddamn, Heather, you were with me in study hall when I thought of it.
Heather Duke : I forgot.
Heather Chandler : Ugh... such a pillowcase.
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Heather Chandler : Veronica needs something to write on. Heather, bend over.
[Heather Duke bends over]
