Mermaids

Charlotte: I want to stay! Mrs. Flax: And do what? Charlotte: Finish high school Mrs. Flax: Great start. What's your major? Town tramp? Charlotte: No Mom, the town already has one. Mrs. Flax: Why don't you stop being a bitch, for let's say an hour, and I'll not knock the religion of your choice for a week. Charlotte: I wanted to ask her what color her bra was and if she had pure thoughts every second of the day, but... Charlotte: I'm going to make a real sandwich; one that a man can sink his teeth into. Mrs. Flax: Who's that? Charlotte Flax: That's Mr. Crane, my history teacher, and he is very nice. Mrs. Flax: *He* is an asshole. Charlotte Flax: You haven't even met him yet! Mrs. Flax: I don't to meet him. He's driving an Edsel, for Christ's sake. Mrs. Flax: Charlotte, I know you're planning a celibate life, but with half my chromosomes, I think that might be tough. Charlotte Flax: A word about Mrs. Flax and food: the word is "hors d'oeurves." Fun Finger Foods is her main source book and it's all the woman cooks. Charlotte Flax: Oh, I'm going to hell for sure. Here he is, talking about his dead mother and I can't help wishing his hands were unbuttoning my dress! Mrs. Flax: Alright, you know what? I'll make you a deal. You stop being a little bitch for, let's say, oh, I don't know, an hour or two, and I won't knock the religion of your choice for a week. Charlotte Flax: Please God don't let me fall in love and want to do disgusting things. ...Dear God, I love the way he throws. ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~