Girl, Interrupted

Girl, Interrupted quotes

26 total quotes (ID: 237)

Lisa Rowe
Susanna Kaysen


Lisa Rowe: So, have you had your first Melvin yet?
Susanna Kaysen: Who's that?
Lisa Rowe: Bald guy with a little pecker and a fat wife. You're ther-rapist, sweet pea. Unless, uh... unless they're giving you shocks. Or, God forbid, letting you out. Then you get to see the great, wonderful Dr. Dyke.
Nurse Margie: She means Dr. Wick.
Susanna Kaysen: Oh, I've been in his office, but I haven't met him yet.
M.G.: He's a she. Dr. Wick's a girl.
Lisa Rowe: That's right, M.G., Wick's a chick.
M.G.: Wick's a chick.
Lisa Rowe: Hence the nickname.


Susanna Kaysen: [picks up phone] Hello.
Lisa Rowe: [on phone] So what's your diag-nonsense?
Susanna Kaysen: Who is this?
Lisa Rowe: What'd he say to Mom and Pop?
[Susanna looks out and sees Lisa staring back at her two booths back]
Susanna Kaysen: I have a Borderline Personality.
Lisa Rowe: Oh, that's nothing. What else?
Susanna Kaysen: He didn't say. Thought it would affect my recovery.
Lisa Rowe: All right, listen. Tongue your meds tonight. After 1 o'clock checks, Gretta always goes out for a smoke. Check the mirrors and if they're clear, you go down to Hector's closet. It'a near the art room and it will be open.

Valerie: Did you enjoy the fresh air, Lisa?
Lisa: Yeah I did, Val. Thanks.
Valerie: Good, 'cause it's the last time you're leaving the ward.
Lisa: Is that a dare or a double dare?

Janet Webber: That is not fair. That is not fair! That is not fair! Seventy-four is the perfect weight!
Lisa Rowe: [to Daisy] Good lock, crazy bitch.
Instructor: Now what kind of a tree can you be, Janet, down there on the floor?
Janet Webber: I'm a ****ing shrub, all right?

Lisa Rowe: Take one ****in' step and I'll jam this in my aorta. [aiming a pen at her neck]
Nurse Margie: Stop it.
Valerie Owens: Lisa, you aorta is in your chest.
Lisa Rowe: [snaps the pen closed] Good to know. I'll make a note of that.
[Lisa hands Margie back the pen]
Valerie Owens: Good.

Valerie Owens: You know, I can take a lot of crazy shit from a lot of crazy people. But you? You are not crazy.
Susanna Kaysen: Then what's wrong with me, huh? What the **** is going on inside? Tell me, Dr. Val, what's your diag-nonsense?
Valerie Owens: [hovering over Susanna] You are a lazy, self-indulgent little girl who is driving herself crazy.
Susanna Kaysen: Is that your... professional opinion? Is that what you've learned in your advanced studies at night school for Negro Welfare Mothers? I mean, Melvin doesn't have a clue, Wick is a psycho, and you... you pretend to be a doctor. You review the charts and dole out meds. But "you ain't no doctor, Miss Valerie. You ain't nothing but a black nursemaid."
Valerie Owens: And you're just throwing that away.

Susanna Kaysen: You don't want me, Tony.
Tony: Yes I do, baby.
Susanna Kaysen: No, you don't, I'm a crazy girl.
Tony: You're crazy so we can't one night of bliss?
Susanna Kaysen: I am a crazy girl, seriously.
Tony: You've been in a hospital.
Susanna Kaysen: Yes.
Tony: Do you see purple people? My friend, he saw purple people. And so the state came and took him away. He didn't like that. Some time went by and, and he told 'em he didn't see pueple people no more.
Susanna Kaysen: He got better.
Tony: Nah, he still sees 'em.

Valerie Owens: [about Daisy] What would you have said to her?
Susanna Kaysen: I don't know. That I was sorry. That I will never know what it was like to be her. But I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
Valerie Owens: Susanna, it's all and well and good to tell me all this; but you gotts tell some of this to your doctors.
Susanna Kaysen: How the hell am I suppose to recover when I don't even understand my disease.
Valerie Owens: But you do understand it. You spoke very clearly about it a second ago. But I think what you gotta do is put it down. Put it away. Put it in your notebook, but get it out of yourself. Away so you can't curl up wuth it anymore.
Susanna Kaysen: Lisa thinks it's a gift. That it let's you see the truth.
Valerie Owens: Lisa's been here for eight years.
Susanna Kaysen: [crying] I'm so sorry. I was a bitch, I was a bitch.
Valerie Owens: Do not drop anchor here, you understand?
Susanna Kaysen: [narrating] When you don't want to feel, death seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it ****ing ridiculous. Maybe, there's a moment growing up when something peels back... Maybe, maybe, we look for secrets because we can't believe our minds... [overlapping words] All I know is that there's I began to feel things again. Whatever I was, I knew that there was only one way back to the world, and that was to use the place to talk. So I saw the great and wonderful Dr. Wick three times a week, and let her hear every thought in my head.

[Lisa's arms and legs are strapped to the bed. Susanna takes out nail polish and starts painting Lisa's nails]
Lisa Rowe: [crying] I'm not really dead.
Susanna Kaysen: I know.
Lisa Rowe: I'm gonna miss you, Suzie Q.
Susanna Kaysen: No, you're not. You're going get out of here, and you're gonna come and see me. Okay?
Lisa Rowe: [takes a deep breath and looks away] Yeah.

[Susanna is leaving. Georgina sheepishly looks up from the cards she's playing with]
Susanna Kaysen: Hey, Georgina? You know all that stuff I write in my journals? I don't know what I'm saying. They're just... thoughts. Who knows, maybe I'm the liar.
Georgina Tuskin: Maybe not. [They hug]

Lisa Rowe: We are very rare and we are mostly men.
Janet Webber: Lisa thinks she's hot shit 'cause she's a sociopath.
Cynthia Crowley: I'm a sociopath.
Lisa Rowe: No, you're a dyke.
Susanna Kaysen: [reading from a book] "Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of self-image, relationships and moods... uncertainty about goals, impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex."
Lisa Rowe: I like that.
Susanna Kaysen: "Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude and often observed" Well, that's me.
Lisa Rowe: That's everybody.
Susanna Kaysen: I mean, what kind of sex isn't casual?
Janet Webber: They mean promiscuous.
Susanna Kaysen: I'm not promiscuous. I'm not.
Lisa Rowe: Lady, back off!
Mrs. Gilcrest: Was I talking to you?
Lisa Rowe: No, you were spitting on me, so mellow ****in' out!
Mrs. Cilcrest: Don't you tell me what to do.
Lisa Rowe: Look, she gave your husband a rim job. Big ****in' deal! I'm sure he was begging for it, I heard it was like a pencil anyway.
Mrs. Gilcrest: Why you - how dare you!
Lisa Rowe: Some advice, okay? Just don't point you ****in' finger at crazy people!