Mrs. Buell That girl didn't want to die, she just wanted out of that house.
Mrs. Scheer She wanted out of that decorating scheme.
Narrator
Giovanni Ribisi · 9 quotes
Cecilia Lisbon
Hanna Hall · 4 quotes
Adult Trip Fontaine
Michael Paré · 2 quotes
Tim Weiner
Jonathan Tucker · 2 quotes
Lux Lisbon
Kirsten Dunst · 1 quote
The Virgin Suicides quotes
Page 1 of 2 Mrs. Buell Mrs. Scheer 
Principal Woodhouse Your daughters haven't been in school for over two weeks.
Mr. Lisbon
Have you checked out back?
You're a stone fox.
Doctor
What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.
Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.
Mary Forgetting something? *holds out dinner plate with a retainer on it*
Peter
*grabs the retainer*
Mary *starts to laugh*
[voiceover, reading from her diary]
Lux lost it over Kevin Haynes, the garbageman. She'd wake up at 5 in the morning and lay about on the front porch like it wasn't completely obvious! She wrote his name in marker in all her bras and underwear and mum found them and bleached out all the Kevins. Lux has been crying on her bed all day
[voiceover, reading from her diary]
The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
Almost every day, and even when she wasn't keeping an eye on Cecilia, Lux would suntan wearing a swimsuit that caused the knife sharpener to give her a 15-minute demonstration for free.
Collecting everything we could of theirs, the Lisbon girls wouldn't leave our minds but they were slipping away. The color of their eyes was fading along with the exact locations... of moles and dimples. From five, they had become four, and they were all the living and the dead, becoming shadows. We would have lost them completely if the girls hadn't contacted us.
Do you like to wrestle?
Given Lux's failure to make curfew everyone expected a crackdown, but few anticipated it would be so drastic. The girls were taken out of school, and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house in maximum-security isolation.
I liked her a lot, but it was different out on the field. I never saw her again.
In the end we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained. Oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn't name. What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts. A clock ticking on the wall, a room dim at noon, the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.
No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, could produce such beautiful creatures.
Palazzolo jumped off the roof over that rich bitch Porter. How stupid can you be?
She was the still point of the turning world, man.