Two-Way Street Quotes
"I’m a traitor to my generation. Seriously. All we hear about these days is being strong women and standing up for ourselves, and now look what I’ve done."
"Teenagers beg and beg for stuff all the time—nose rings, tattoos that say "Badass." Never a good idea."
"Coffee stunts your growth. I’m only five-foot-two, and I’m still holding out hope that I’ll grow another few inches."
"The last thing I want is for him to think I’m upset about him breaking up with me. I’ve spent the past two weeks determined to show him I don’t care."
"There’s really no difference," I tell her. "It’s like if someone says ‘You’re acting like a cheater,’ it’s because you’re cheating. Which means you’re a cheater."
"Physical is just physical, it doesn’t mean anything."
"The last thing I need is to look drunk and disorderly in front of my mom and one of her clients."
"You know, like if Lloyd and I had ended up together. Which was a really stupid thing to start thinking about, since you should never start thinking about "what might have been," and you should also never start thinking about another boy when you’re heartbroken over someone else."
"Psychotic girls are a pain in my ass. Last year I kissed this freshman girl at a pool party and she wouldn’t get off my nuts for six months."
"Isn’t this how people get stalked and killed? They sneak out in the middle of the night to meet some guy they know nothing about, and the next thing you know, no one ever hears from them again."
"My parents totally trust me," I tell Jordan. "It comes from being such a Goody Two-shoes for the first eighteen years of my life. They refuse to believe that I could do anything wrong, so they pretty much let me do whatever I want."
"Everyone texts in class," I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"Super Wal-Mart is open," Jordan says, holding open the door for me.
"You really have to go home?" "Yeah," I say, thinking about the MySpace comments him and Mad Maddy exchanged less than twenty-four hours ago.
"I have a scandal going on," Jocelyn announces.
"I mean it, Courtney," she says. "Don't go getting all psychotic over something that's not even a thing."
"You'd rather starve than give me the satisfaction."
"We're not friends," Courtney says, and then throws up again into one of the sinks against the wall.
"What the fuck for?" "I don't know," I say, realizing it's true.
"You can't be serious," I say. "There's no way I'm not going to tell Dad about this."
"That was such a mistake," she says, smiling back. And then she gets out of my car and heads into her house without looking back.
"It just feels kind of weird to be spending all this time together and doing all the stuff we're doing without figuring out exactly what this is."
"You probably won’t be with her for that long. So there’s really no point in telling her."
"If you need anything else, I can always add it."
"I’m probably going to die before I’m thirty."
"I don’t want to be responsible for the deaths of our friends."
"I’m not buying it. I know she doesn’t have the thing on."
"I thought pot was supposed to make you mellow."
"My mom had said that to me, but it was pretty obvious that’s not what was going on."
"I didn’t want you to think I just want to mess around."
"Since when am I supposed to take responsibility for my actions?"
"It’s almost a relief, like a bunch of tension has been released, and now we can just drive."
"I’m going to tell everyone he took a random, germ-infested sperm pill."
"It’s like hitting on students when you’re a teacher."
"We can probably get out of here now, if you want."