Dear Diary: Heather told me she teaches people ‘real life.’ She said, real life sucks losers dry. You want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly. I said, so, you teach people how to spread their wings and fly? She said, yes. I said, you're beautiful.
Catalog
Movie
Heathers
A girl who halfheartedly tries to be part of the "in crowd" of her school meets a rebel who teaches her a more devious way to play social politics: by killing the popular kids.
They all want me as a friend or a fuck. I'm worshiped at Westerburg and I'm only a junior.
I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times and I felt bad every time I did it but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah.
Tomorrow, I'll be kissing her aerobicized ass, but tonight, let me dream of a world without Heather, a world where I am free.
Ugh, such a pillowcase.
Veronica Sawyer: Heather, why can't you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch? Heather Duke: Because I can be.
You're a rebel? You think you're a rebel? You're not a rebel, you're fucking psychotic!
Heather McNamara: God, aren't they fed yet? Do they even have Thanksgiving in Africa? Veronica Sawyer: Oh, sure. Pilgrims, Indians, Tater Tots. It's a real party continent.
Veronica, why are you pulling my dick?
Veronica Sawyer: That knife is filthy. Jason Dean: What do you think I'm going to do with it, take out her tonsils? Veronica Sawyer: Excuse me, I think I know Heather a little bit better than you do. If she were going to slit her wrists, the knife would be spotless.
I say we just grow up, be adults, and die.
Heather McNamara: Suicide is a private thing. Veronica Sawyer: You're throwing your life away to become a statistic on US fucking A Today. That's about the least private thing I can think of.
My son's a homosexual, and I love him. I love my dead gay son.
Dear Lord, please make sure this never happens to me because I don't think I could handle suicide. Fast, early acceptance into an Ivy League school and please let it be Harvard. Amen.
This isn't just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.
Veronica Sawyer: I can't believe this is my life. Oh my God. I'm gonna have to send my SAT scores to San Quentin instead of Stanford. Jason Dean: Ah, right. I'm just a little freaked here. Well at least you got what you wanted, you know? Veronica Sawyer: Got what I wanted? It is one thing to want so…
What is your damage, Heather?
Jesus God in Heaven, why'd you have to kill such hot snatch?
Is this a weak turnout or what? I had at least 70 more people at my funeral.
Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.