Chloe Quotes in The Last Witch Hunter (2015)

[Kaulder falls asleep]

Chloe: [takes a selfie with him] Say "Witch Hunter"...

Kaulder: Witch Hunter.

[Chloe freaks out]

Chloe: Who said that a witch can't hunt witches?

Chloe: What do you know about us? We have green skin, wear pointy hats and got burned to the stake at Salem!

Kaulder: Salem was wrong, those women were innocent!

Chloe: You don't care, you weren't one of them!

Kaulder: I'm not, but I do care.

[last lines]

Kaulder: You know, I used to think the universe ran in endless circles, always repeating itself, always predictable.

Dolan Thirty-Six: And now?

Kaulder: I don't know what happens next.

Dolan Thirty-Six: Do you know what we mortals call that? Living.

Kaulder: You know, I still need you.

Dolan Thirty-Six: Well then - I'm at your service... Come on. You're not getting any younger.

Chloe: [standing next to the car] So you ready to go, or what? I'm driving.

Kaulder: Okay...

Kaulder: [sniffing a decanter] Fear potion. Now, what in the world would you be afraid of?

Chloe: Public speaking.

Chloe: Jenny, I know that you hate me. I know that you have terrible things that you want to say to me. You have to get over it. Life goes on.

Jenny Lerner: Life goes on? Okay.

[Jenny laughs]

Jason Lerner: What's so funny?

Jenny Lerner: Life... We'll see.

Jason Lerner: What's so funny about "life goes on"? Life going on? I don't think it's funny life that goes on.

[Ryan records Chloe with his cellular while she speaks]

Chloe: See? This is exactly why I broke up with you in the first place. You are irresponsible, self-centered, completely childish and... look, I need to move on.

Chloe: I won a gold medal in downhill skiing.

Silo: What color is it?

Chloe: All right, soldier, strip!

Jack Kelly 'Soldier': What? You think I'm gonna hide a wire in my underwear?

Chloe: Honey, it looks like you've got the whole radio station in there.

Chloe: Max, Come on, I'm your friend. Okay? And as your friend, I gotta be honest with you. I don't care about you or your problems.

Chloe: And, when that random cat tried to eat Sweet Pea, who saved him?

Buddy: It wasn't a random cat. It was you.

Chloe: The identity of the random cat is not the point. We're talking about who saved him!

Mel: Max did!

Chloe: Because she's a dog person, Max. And dog people do weird, inexplicable things. Like... they get dogs instead of cats.

Chloe: Well, well, if it isn't my favorite nerd bird!

Blu: Ver... very funny. Real mature!

Alice: Hey, peck! Where you migrating to this year, huh? The breakfast nook?

[Chloe and Alice laugh and throw another snowball at the window]

Blu: Throw all the snow balls you want. I'm protected by this magical forcefield, called glass! It's what keeps us so toasty and warm in here while you guys out there are freezing your...

[looks up and sees Chloe and Alice showing their behinds to him, making fun]

Blu: Classy.

Jimmy: I'm Jimmy.

Chloe: I'm Chloe.

Jimmy: Chloe! The whore next door!

Chloe: What? Where did you hear that?

Jimmy: My Mom, she teaches me everything.

Chloe: Well, really, she got it wrong. I'm actually more of a bitch than a whore.

Jimmy: A bitch. Oh yeah, a bitch. Absolutely a bitch.

Emcee: [Hands envelope to Chloe] Here, for your honeymoon!

Chloe: What is it?

Emcee: 500 dolla!

Chloe: 500 dollars?

Emcee: 500 dolla!

Jimmy: 500 dollars?

Emcee: 500 dolla!

Jimmy: 500 dolla!

Emcee: 500 dolla!

Jimmy: 500 dolla!

Emcee: 500 dolla!

Jimmy: 500 dolla!

Chloe: I should go. How about tomorrow?

Jimmy: Oh jeez, I don't know. I don't know bitch, I got a lot to do!

Chloe: I lost my bootie!

Delgado: Your *what*?

Chloe: My bootie!

[runs back for it]

Delgado: Leave it!

Chloe: Leave it?

Delgado: [Diablo closes in on her] Leave it!

[snatches Chloe up and runs]

Chloe: [on being a Chihuahua] Tiny, but mighty.

Delgado: I saw you in there, being pampered, eating.

Chloe: The closest I came to food was a used churro!

Papi: She's... gone. Wake up mi corazon. It's me... your Popi. Speak to me. Fill my ears with your beautiful voice. Without you, the sun will have no warmth... the flowers, no beauty. Cloe, my tail will have no wag. Come back to Beverly Hills with me, and I will tend your garden forever. Your love is the rain that falls upon my earth.

Chloe: Don't stop now, it's just getting good!

Chloe: I'm an heiress.

Rafa: A hairless?

Chloe: No, an *heiress*! I have a trust fund!

Chloe, Rachel Ashe Lynn: [about each other] She is so...

Chloe: Irresponsible!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: Spoiled!

Chloe: You don't scare me anymore!

Diablo: Then why are you shaking?

Chloe: Cause I am a Chihuahua!

Delta: [Rachel has poured some water in the dogs' glasses] Don't worry Chloe, Viv'll be back before you know it.

Bimini: Rachel doesn't look so bad.

Chloe: [Chloe scoffs] You don't know the half of it!

Blair: [watching the dogs sit in their lounge chairs in their little bikinis] They all look so cute in their little outfits!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: You didn't have to dress her. She's so picky!

Angela: Uh, Rach? You're talking about a Chihuahua.

Rachel Ashe Lynn: She's not just *any* Chihuahua, Angela! She's a bossy, arrogant, manipulative Beverly Hills Chihuahua.

Chloe: [about Rachel] She has no direction, she can't keep a job, she's never on time; I'm going to be late to all my appointments!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: [about Chloe] And don't even get me started on her schedule! Shiatsu massages, doggy birthday parties, couture fittings! I have to change her outfit four times a day!

Chloe: [about Rachel] I mean, look at her!

Chloe, Rachel Ashe Lynn: [in unison, about each other] She's so...

Chloe: [about Rachel, ending her sentence] Irresponsible!

Rachel Ashe Lynn: [about Chloe, ending her sentence] Spoiled!

Chloe: [barking] Woof!

Chloe: ...NO!

Kate: No!

Chloe: No!

Kate: Why do you win? I wanted to win!

Chloe: When is it our turn?

Kate: Why? Why?

Chloe, Kate: No! No!

Kate: It should have been us!

Kate: Why do you get to decide if I'm pretty?

Kate: We're not losers...

Chloe: We're Kate and Chloe.

Kate: Kate me. Chloe her.

Chloe: Kate and Chloe.

[about Chloe's vocal cord nodes]

Beca: Isn't that painful? Why would you keep performing?

Chloe: Because I love to sing.

Stacie: Yeah, it's like when my lady doctor told me not to have sex for six weeks, and I did it anyway.

Chloe: Because I have Nodes...

Fat Amy: Chloe, don't worry, it's just God punishing you 'cause you're a ginger.

[Chloe has burst, stark naked, into Beca's stall while she's showering]

Chloe: You have to audition for the Bellas!

Beca: I can't concentrate on anything you're saying until you cover your junk.

Chloe: Just consider it! One time, we sang back-up for Prince. His butt is so tiny that I can hold it with, like, one hand.

Chloe: Hi! Any interest in joining our a cappella group?

Beca: Oh, right, this is like, a thing now.

Chloe: Oh, totes! We sing covers of songs, but we do it without any instruments. It's all from our mouths!

Beca: Yikes.

Chloe: So, are you interested?

Beca: Sorry, it's just... it's pretty lame.

Aubrey: A-ca-scuse me? Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame!

Chloe: We sing all over the world, and we compete in national championships!

Beca: On purpose?

Aubrey: We played the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Centre, you bitch!

Chloe: This ginger needs her jiggle juice!

Aubrey: We shall begin by drinking the blood of the sisters that came before you.

Beca: Dude, no.

Chloe: Don't worry, it's Boone's Farm.

Chloe: Alright, I'm going to get a drink - this ginger needs her jiggle juice! See you later!

Beca: Make good choices.

[last lines]

Nick: [smiling widely] What'd you think?

Chloe: A little pitchy.

Nick: Uh yeah I'm out of practice.

[kisses Chloe]

Chloe: Seriously, I can't keep up with your sexual workload.

Malcolm: Well what about you and Nick? How many times did y'all do it a week?

Chloe: I don't know, three, or four.

Malcolm: Ha!

[starts chuckling]

Chloe: What?

[Malcolm continues to laugh]

Malcolm: Awh, honey.

Chloe: What do you- What is wrong with that?

Malcolm: [to Nick, who's just arrived] Come here. Nicky, come here. You mean to tell me, you were only entering this beautiful creature three or four times in a *week*?

Nick: [Seriously] Yeah, but... To be fair, she was also entering *me* three or four times a week, so...

[Chloe starts laughing]

Nick: ... It's not so bad.

Malcolm: I like that.

Fat Amy: Just tell her, Beca.

Chloe: I heard that! Tell me what?

Fat Amy: Aw, no. I clearly said... Fruffa fruffa muffa... Beca.

Chloe: You seem so tense. Do you need a backrub?

Beca: Several body parts are rubbing my back right now, thank you.

Chloe: You know, one of my biggest regrets is that I didn't do enough experimenting in college.

Christof: We need more light, we'll never find him this way. What time is it?

Chloe: It's... way too early for that.

Christof: Cue the sun.

Chloë: So what do you do, Raymond?

Ray: I... shoot people for money.

Chloë: [smiling] What kinds of people?

Ray: Priests, children... you know, the usual.

Chloë: Is there a lot of money to be made in that business?

Ray: There is for priests. There isn't for children. So what is it you do, Chloë?

Chloë: I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.

Ray: Do you?

Chloë: Do I look like I do?

Ray: You do, actually. Do I... look like I shoot people?

Chloë: No. Just children.

Chloë: There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.

Ray: Of course there hasn't. It's a shithole.

Chloë: Bruges is my home town, Ray.

Ray: Well, it's still a shithole.

Chloë: It's not a shithole!

Ray: What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.

Chloë: Okay. So, you've insulted my home town. You were doing really well, Raymond. Why don't you tell me some Belgium jokes while you're at it?

Ray: Don't know any Belgium jokes, and if I did I think I'd have the good sense not to... hang on. Is Belgium with all those child abuse murders lately? I do know a Belgium joke. What's Belgium famous for? Chocolates and child abuse, and they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids.

[Ray sees Chloë's shocked expression]

Ray: What?

Chloë: One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.

Ray: [after a long pause, feeling bad] I'm sorry, Chloë.

Chloë: One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine. I just wanted to make you feel bad. And it worked! Quite well.

Ray: A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves. A disproportionate amount, actually. Hervé Villechaize off of Fantasy Island. I think somebody from the Time Bandits did. I suppose they must get really sad about like... being really little and that... people looking at them, laughing at them, calling them names. You know, "short arse". There's another famous midget. I miss him but I can't remember. It's not the R2D2 man; no, he's still going. I hope your midget doesn't kill himself. Your dream sequence will be fucked.

Chloë: He doesn't like being called a midget. He prefers dwarf.

Ray: This is exactly my point! People going around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf. Of course you're going to blow your head off.

Ray: I don't hit women. I'd never hit a woman, Chloë! I hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle! That's different, that's self defence, isn't it? Or a woman who did karate. I'd never hit a woman generaly, Chloë. Don't think that. God, you're pretty.

Chloë: I have to make a call.

Ray: Oh no. You've gone off me, haven't you? Just cause I hit that fucking cow.

[she kisses him]

Ray: [upon being bailed out of jail by Chloë] I'll get all the money back to you as soon as I get through with me friend.

Chloë: It's not a problem, Raymond.

Ray: And I'll get you all your acid and ecstasy back to you, too.

Chloë: [nervously to nearby police officers] English humor.

Ray: I saw your midget today. Little prick didn't even say hello.

Chloë: Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.

Ray: What's that?

Ray: Um, horse tranquilizer.

Ray: Horse tranquilizer? Where'd he get that?

Chloë: I sold it to him.

Ray: You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!

Eirik: [holding Ray at gunpoint, after catching him making out with Chloë] That's my girlfriend, you fucking asshole!

Chloë: Eirik, what are you doing?

Eirik: Where you from, fucker?

Ray: Ireland, originally.

Eirik: And you think it's okay to come over to Belgium and fuck another man's girl?

Ray: I didn't know she had a boyfriend, alright? And I haven't fucked her anyway! Ask her! I only put me hand on it!

Chloe: You remind me of Alex.

Nick: I ain't him.

Chloe: Alex and I made love the night before he died. It was fantastic.

[pause]

Nick: He went out with a bang, not a whimper.

Chloe: I haven't met that many happy people in my life. How do they act?

Karen: So, you and Alex were living here?

Chloe: We have a room downstairs. Well we did. I do. I'm the one who found him.

Karen: Oh God. It must have been awful.

Chloe: It was, it was a real mess.

Karen: So, what are you gonna do now?

Chloe: Oh, we cleaned it up.

Sarah: I know he wasn't happy. That doesn't tell you much. I'd no idea how bad it was. I think he purposely wanted to cut off from all of us because he was so unhappy with where he was at.

Nick: Hm.

Karen: Is that true, Chloe? Did you feel that?

Chloe: I don't know. We had some good times. I haven't met that many happy people in my life, how do they act?

Nick: Mm hm.

Sam Weber: You alright?

Chloe: Yeah. I'm a little disappointed though, I wanted to ride up there. I always wanted to ride in a limo.

[Michael and Sam exchange a look]

Michael: I do half my work in limos.

Chloe: Are you a chauffeur?

Michael: No I'm a journalist.

[Sam starts to laugh]

Michael: I write for People Magazine.

[Looks at Sam]

Michael: I can't believe you're still mad about that thing.

Sam Weber: Michael this isn't the time. Let's just drop it.

Michael: I will if you will. You know at this day most of all we should remember we're friends.

Sam Weber: Alright, alright.

Chloe: And you're an actor?

Sam Weber: Mm-hm.

[Michael starts to laugh]

Jason: You shouldn't be smoking anyway, Chloe, it's not good for you.

Chloe: Yeah, well, fucking dying isn't good for you either but that doesn't seem to be stopping anybody!

Nat: We have an incredible sex life, but that's not the point. I love the Michael Jackson "Off the Wall" album, but I wouldn't necessarily want to only listen to that the rest of my life.

Naomi: Yeah, Oh honey, I been there. I mean you'll listen to it a lot in the beginning. You'll listen to it in all sorts of places. You'll listen to it in the car, in the disabled toilet cubicle in the McDonald's in Egham... in your unconscious Granny's hospital room.

Nat: Granny Mary?

Naomi: It's what she would have wanted... But then you know, you get to the point where you're not that bothered about listened to music at all. You just play it on birthdays or when you're very very drunk. Or, if someone shows you a Justin Bieber video when you're in the office and then you know, all you can think about is that.

Chloe: Isn't he like 15?

Naomi: Oh, he'd know what to do... I'd ruin Bieber!

Nat: You Would! You would ruin him.

Kelly: [the girls are trying to decide what to steal to save their school from foreclosure] What about that?

Kelly: [Points at copy of "Girl With Pearl Earring"]

Chelsea, Chloe, Peaches: [Gasp] Oh my God.

Chelsea: You want to steal Scarlett Johansson?

Kelly: You are so blonde, Chelsea.

Jonny: I have an idea that i would like to run through you. How, how , how would you feel if we didn't get married? How, how would that sit with you?

Chloe: Good idea

Jonny: Really?

Chloe: [nods]

Jonny: You're okay with this?

Chloe: Of course I'm not okay with it.

Jonny: Look, I understand it's bad timing.

Chloe: Do you really?

[shouts]

Chloe: Ending a 5 year relationship in the middle of our engagement party? Yes, I think that constitutes bad timing.

Chloé: [Last lines]

Chloé: If we screw this moment, we try the next. And if we fail the next... we have our whole lives to get it right.

Colin: Introduce me to her!

Isis: Yes, great! Chloé? This is Colin. Colin, Chloé.

Chloé: Hello.

Colin: Hello.

Colin: Chloe... Ever been played by Duke Ellington?

Colin: I said that because "Chloé" is also a piece of Duke Ellington.

Chloé: Duke Ellington, the famous racing driver!

Colin: Of course. I feel very stupid. Can I please leave?

Chloé: Can you please stay?

Chloe: Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade: What's that, sweetie?

Chloe: Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade: What's that?

Chloe: Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade: What fun?

Chloe: Isn't it fun to paint?

Ricky Slade: To paint? Yeah, I love it! Really calms me down. Frogs aren't purple by the way. Have you ever seen a purple frog?

Chloe: Yes.

Ricky Slade: Yeah. Okay, when? When you were asleep?

Chloe: Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade: Isn't what fun?

Chloe: Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade: What? Isn't WHAT fun?

Chloe: Painting. Isn't it fun?

Ricky Slade: Oh yeah... I love it.

Trip: Why do you think everyone is gay?

Bridget: I don't think everyone is gay.

Trip: Mmhmm.

Bridget: I don't think Chloe's gay.

Chloe: I have totally kissed a girl.

Bridget: Sweetheart, if I thought you were like a second gay, I'd be all up in it.

Chloe: Well now is your chance, Bridge. Wanna do me in the bathroom?

Bridget: Yes

Trip: Stop hitting on my girlfriend.

Bridget: Oh, I'm sorry. Are you allowed to do that? Didn't think so.

Trip: Asshole.

Bridget: Fucker.

[Chloe quietly enters Bridget's room while she is sleeping next to Molly]

Bridget: [whispering] What's going on?

Chloe: I'm sorry. I just gotta do a final sweep through of my stuff. I can't find my hair straightener.

Bridget: Well, I don't have anything in here.

Chloe: Why can't I look for it now?

Bridget: Well... I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Chloe: I'm sorry, I can be totally quiet.

Molly: [sits up in bed] Hey, what's going on?

[both Molly and Chloe gasp while Bridget looks mortified]

Chloe: Oh, my God. I knew it. I fucking knew it! You're an idiot. You know that?

Molly: It's all my fault.

Chloe: You're right. It is all your fault! You have a boyfriend, Molly! This is absurd! Please tell me that you were drunk last night.

[Molly does not reply]

Chloe: Oh, this is a sober brilliant idea! What is wrong with you? Great... this has been a wonderful morning. Whatever...

[picks up her hair straightener iron]

Chloe: Here it is. I gotta go. I'll see you later, Bridget. And Molly... just give me a call later when you get your head out of your ass!

Bridget: I can be both. I-I mean I can be. I can be the unreliable douche-schnozzle who grabs her ass in public and wears work boots, but I can be also be the one who holds doors for her, and tucks her in at night, and-and buys her fucking gerber daisies for no goddamn reason!

Chloe: I know you can.

Bridget: I'm gonna go kick his ass right now.

Chloe: N-n-n-no, no, no, no. Come on Bridge.

Bridget: I'm done with this!

Chloe: Don't say that.

Bridget: I just did. Did she go home with him?

Chloe: I don't know.

Bridget: Fuck!

Chloe: I don't think so.

Bridget: You fucking straight girls! You're all just a bunch of closet cases. Maybe we should all just date guys! Maybe I should I have a fucking boyfriend! My heart, is like on the floor right now. I wish a car would just come and hit me!

Chloe: You want me to hail a cab?

Bridget: No, I'm talkin' bus.

Chloe: Bye.

[as she leaves]

Chloe: .

Trip: Bye.

[groggy mumbling while brushing his teeth]

Trip: .

Hot Girl 1: Bye.

[Trip looks at the strange incredibly attractive girl picking her stuff and leaving]

Hot Girl 1: .

Trip: Naaaaa-ice.

[nodding his head in approval]

Trip: .

Bridget: Thank you.

Chloe: Don't think. Feel. It's like a finger pointing at the moon. Do not concentrate on the finger, or you will miss all of the heavenly glory.

Larry King: That was a profound statement.

Chloe: That was Bruce Lee.

Chloe: Oh man, I'm going to ache tomorrow.

Theo: Those weren't the right elders.

Chloe: How did you get here?

Theo: I walked.

Chloe: Look, you wanted to see old folks and I showed you old folks.

Theo: Is that what happens to people here when they get old?

Monica: [Knocks on the door] Chloe, please open the door.

Chloe: Go away Monica.

Monica: I think you should come out here so we can talk about this.

Chloe: If I come out there I won't be responsible for my actions.

Monica: I am prepared to take that chance if you are.

Chloe: [Opens the door] Seriously?

Monica: Yes. You don't trust me, right?

Chloe: No, I don't.

Monica: Right, I understand that, but what can I do?

Chloe: You can start by telling me why you're helping him.

Monica: Helping Theo?

Chloe: Yeah.

Monica: Why do people always want simple answers?

Monica: You don't like me very much do you, Chloe?

Chloe: What's there to like? Your money? Your house?

Chloe: Why can't I find a guy who isn't romantically retarded?

Chloe: News spreads fast.

Chainsaw: Well not as fast as you do.

Chloe: [holding a flashlight aiming up at her bare breasts] I just want to apologize to Lori's boyfriend, and Toni's boyfriend, and Nikki's boyfriend, and my boyfriends. I insisted on everything. I insisted that we go without our bras; I insisted that we french kiss; I insisted that we shave down south. And now this is where we've ended up. It's because of me that we're here now - hungry, cold, horny, and hunted. I'm so scared. I'm scared to close my legs, and I'm scared to open them.

Chloe: Wait, it's not what you think.

Owen: Oh, no? I suppose you guys were not having sex, he was just looking for his keys, I guess.

Chloe: We were working on a scene.

Owen: What kinda scene? One in which you play a barnyard animal?

Detective Mercer: Who did you see?

Chloe: I saw Nobody

[pause]

Chloe: and Nobody saw me.

Topo: Your half.

[sets bag down]

Chloe: Why are you doing this?

Topo: Because good help is hard to find.

Sophia: Stella Bradshaw says no one's really supposed to live at a motel. You're supposed to stay one or two nights, and then leave and go back to your real house.

Chloe: Stella Bradshaw said that?

Sophia: Yes.

Chloe: How many bathrooms do you think Stella Bradshaw has at her house?

Sophia: I don't know.

Chloe: Maximum two. You know how many bathrooms you have? Twenty two. That's more than they have in Buckingham Palace. You know what that makes you? A princess.

Sophia: Mom, you're crazy.

Chloe: Crazy like a fox.

Chloe: I'm not gonna sit here in silence for the next however-many hours. And as long as you have that gun, I'm gonna be nervous. And as long as I'm nervous, I'm gonna talk.

[last lines]

Chloe: So baby, you know what I was thinking?

Sophia: No.

Chloe: I was thinking about what Stella Bradshaw said. And I think maybe she's right. Maybe people aren't supposed to live in motels.

Sophia: Mom! You're crazy.

Chloe: I know.

[first lines]

Sophia: I don't wanna go to school. I said I don't wanna go to school.

Chloe: Oh, is that what that was?

Sophia: Mom...

Chloe: You can't stay here with me all day, Sophia.

Sophia: You know how to do a lot of things. You are very smart. Smarter than me, definitely. Then why do I have to go to school?

Chloe: You shouldn't be moving around without me.

Narrator: Oh, yeah, Chloe... Chloe looked the way Meryl Streep's skeleton would look if you made it smile and walk around the party being extra nice to everybody.

Chloe: Well, I'm still here. But I don't know for how long. That's as much certainty as anyone can give me. But I've got some good news: I no longer have any fear of death. But... I am in a pretty lonely place. No one will have sex with me. I'm so close to the end, and all I want is to get laid for the last time. I have pornographic movies in my apartment, and lubricants, and amyl nitrite...

[the group leader takes the mic]

Group Leader: Thank you, Chloe... everyone, let's thank Chloe.

Chloe: Are you ready to get wet, Dr. Adams?

Chloe: I guess I've always been pretty good with words. In my line of business. It's as important to be able to describe what I'm doing as it is to do what I'm doing. When to say what. What words to select.

Chloe: Some men hate to hear certain terms. They can't stand specific moves and then they can't live without others. It's part of my job to know where to place my hand, my lips, my tongue, my leg and even my thoughts.

Chloe: What kind of pressure, for how long, when to stop. I can become your first kiss... or a torn out image from a Playboy magazine that you found when you were 9 years old.

Chloe: Am I your secretary or am I your daughter? Maybe I'm your seventh grade math teacher you always hated. All I know is that if I do it just right, I can become your living, breathing, unflinching dream, and then I can actually disappear.

Catherine Stewart: How do you do this?

Chloe: I try to find something to love in everybody. Even if it's a small thing. Something about the way someone smiles. There's always something, there has to be. I try to make myself generous. I do things I don't want to do. I... I think about what not to criticize. And the strangest things come back to me.

Catherine Stewart: Like?

Chloe: You.

Catherine Stewart: Me?

Chloe: Yeah. Yeah people like you walk into my life.

Catherine Stewart: What's your name?

Chloe: Chloe.

Chloe: [First lines] I guess I've always been good with words.

Chloe: [Calling Catherine in her clinic] Hello Catherine.

Catherine Stewart: Where are you?

Chloe: I'm in your waiting room. Didn't you see me when I came in?

[camera pans to Chloe, standing in the doorway]

Chloe: Kiss me.

Chloe: Is Dr. Catherine your mom?

Michael Stewart: My mom is your gynecologist?

Catherine Stewart: How do you do this?

Chloe: I try to find something to love in everybody. Even if it's a small thing. Something about the way someone smiles. There's always something. There has to be. I try to make myself generous. I do things I don't wanna do. I think about what not to criticise. And the strangest things come back to me.

Catherine Stewart: Like?

Chloe: You.

Chloe: My name is chloe I'm 20 I still have a hard time letting people get close to me but each day I get better and I'm open to trusting more trusting things will work out for me that all my scars will start to fade and perhaps as they fade I'll be set free I'll finally feel free.

Chloe: I brought Chinese.

Ken: Uh, we ate already. I got an early day tomorrow.

[She sets the bag on the coffee table anyway, and sits down between Johanna and Ken]

Ken: What are you doin' babe?

Chloe: What are YOU doin', hangin' out with little house on the prairie...

Ken: ...don't say that...

Chloe: ...in your PJs, having a sleepover... er... whatever?

Ken: Listen, why don't you just give me back the key and go, hmm.

[as this sinks in, Johanna allows herself the briefest hint of a victory smile]

Chloe: [Packs up, brushes herself off and is leaving] You still owe me 200 bucks.

Chloe: He's studying sea birds' sexual mores.Did you know they invented the stag party?

Chloe: There's something really scary about a guy with a knife who just... snaps.

Chloe: [after stabbing Rachel] Did that surprise you?

Rachel: Why?

Chloe: Because you talk too much!

[stabs Rachel again]

Chloe: Now shut the fuck up and watch the movie.

Rachel: A fucking 'Facebook' killer... you're kidding me right?

Chloe: I guess now it would be Twitter, that'd make more sense.

[first lines]

Chloe: He came back again last night and tore me like paper. He opened me like a flower of pain, and it felt good. He sank into me and set me on fire, like he always does. Made me burn from the inside out.

Miranda: How did you know it was the devil?

Miranda: I need you to tell me who did this to you? Tell me his name, Chloe. Chloe, tell me. Tell me anything. Tell me.

Chloe: I'll tell you one thing: He can have my body, but he will never have my soul. Never. The devil.

Chloe: You have no idea how it feels not to be trusted.

Miranda: You've got to trust me too, Chloe

Chloe: You can't trust someone who thinks you're crazy.

Chloe: He said you're next.

Chloe: It was the only way to help him stop.

Miranda: Stop what?

Chloe: Stop fucking me!

Chloe: You're one of us now.

Chloe: Are you scared?

Miranda: ...No.

Chloe: You should be.

Chloe: You are not a Doctor in here. And even if you the tell the truth... no one will listen. You know why? Because you're crazy. And the more you try to prove them wrong, the crazier you'll appear. You are invisible now. Can you feel it?

Miranda: [only from the original second draft of the script] I remind you of your mother?

Chloe: Always so put together. Like you iron your underwear. Like your pussy is the apricot of the Promised Land and the bread of the...

Marlin: [Marlin is cutting Ritalin on the counter. Marlin and Chloe snort it] Thank God for little brothers with ADD.

Chloe: Yeah, how's that working out for him? Has his behavior improved?

Red: [to the freshmen potheads] There she is boys, Mandy Lane. Untouched, pure. Since the dawn of junior year men have tried to possess her, and to date all have failed. Some have even died in their reckless pursuit of this angel.

Jake: I can see your nipples.

Chloe: Obviously.

Marlin: How do you get them that hard?

Chloe: It's a secret.

Marlin: [showing belly button ring] Check out what I just got.

Mandy Lane: Is it contagious?

Chloe: Does it explain that thing on your face?

Marlin: Whatever smarty cunt. Serious check it out.

[flips belly button piercing]

Marlin: Tasty huh.

Chloe: Marlin, don't get me wrong, but you are all pudge. That thing is going to get lost in the folds.

Marlin: I'm not fat.

Chloe: [sarcastically] Ok.

Chloe: Damn it. I am trying to fuck your best friend here. Give me a little cooperation please.

Chloe: Why don't you get an I.Q., Munn, you wouldn't know a narc if he booked you.

Miles: You're about to carve into that fellow like he's a Christmas turkey!

Chloe: I took an autopsy class last semester.

Miles: Put down that knife!

Chloe: It's a meat cleaver.