Bongi. I’m so female I’m subversive.
Bongi. Eventually the expression “female of the species” ’ll be a redundancy.
Russell. One of my more interesting points is I’m very bitter.
Bongi. You’re wrong—I’m not a watcher; I’m a woman of action.
Ginger. She has penis envy. She should see an analyst.
Miss Collins. She is, without a doubt, the most garish, tasteless faggot I’ve ever run across.
Ginger. Everybody knows that men have much more respect for women who’re good at lapping up shit.
Russell. You don’t know what a female is, you desexed monstrosity.
Miss Collins. I face reality, and our reality is that we’re men.
Bongi. Why’re girls called chicks? After all, men have the peckers.
Alvin. I guess it’s just the romantic in me.
Arthur. Fuck is in the air; it’s overpowering; it carries you away with it, sucks you right up.
Bongi. Let the guys ram each other in the ass and leave the women alone.
Ginger. Let your soul sway gently in the void.