“This isn’t high school! This party is going to go on until ELEVEN!” (When someone suggested she should calm down.) [Editor’s note: the party only made it till 10 pm.]
“I’m a little bit scared that you’re going to be so hot that you’re not going to know how to behave.” (To the Boss, on the topic of her post-chemo, post-surgical body.)
Don’t take my picture! You know what I look like in pictures! I look like someone else in pictures! (Horrified pause.) Unless I actually look like that.
I’m going to go outside and have a smoke, and when I come back, I want this suicidal music turned OFF! I need to hear some angry women. Give me some Pink.