Prostitute:Looks like we got ourselves some genuine Valley Girls in here. What are you in for, tootsies? Shoplifting? Or perhaps talking on the phone too long? Maybe you forgot to empty your kitty's litter box?
Beth:I want to know what a receptacle end is.
Annie:It's a football position.
Trish:Beth, like, your car is so disgustingly grody and gnarly. Like, I almost snagged my nylons on your seat.
Annie:Where did you come up with "Herpes Harriet," anyway?
Samantha:Well, if you weren't my dear cousin, I wouldn't have come up with anything.
Annie:Then I wish you weren't my dear cousin.
[Sam's mother has just sprung the girls from jail]
Sam's mom:Relax. It's all been taken care of.
Samantha:Mom, I'm so sorry.
Sam's mom:I just found out why you did it. I just wish I'd listened to you sooner. If us parents had listened to you girls, then none of this would have happened.
Samantha:Oh, Mom, you really think so?
Sam's mom:Fer sure, fer sure.