Welcome to the Dollhouse Quotes
Insightful look at an unattractive 7th grader as she struggles to cope with un-attentive parents, snobbish classmates, a smart older brother, an attractive younger sister, and her own insecurities.
Mary Ellen Moriarty: [Applause] Thank you. I am here to talk to you today... about the dangers of talking to strangers. For I, Mary Ellen Moriarty, once talked to strangers. And that is how I became the innocent victim of a brutal kidnapping. Almost 1 year ago on that day... a day I will never forget... I was a carefree teenager memorizing my lines for Hello, Dolly, I was supposed to play Dolly. I was walking home from rehearsals, I'd missed my carpool. I was standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change... when all of a sudden... a dark car pulled up beside me. And a big man stepped out. And he was older... and good-looking... and, um... he had a tattoo on his chest. And then the next thing I know he, um... So, students, what im trying to say is...
[Teacher screams]
[Teacher screams]
[after seeing Dawn about to enter a school bathroom stall, then going over to the sink]
Lolita: You didn't come in here to wash your hands.
Dawn Weiner: Y - yes, I did.
Lolita: You came in here to take a shit.
Dawn Weiner: No, really. I don't have to go. My hands were just dirty, that's all.
Lolita: Liar. I can smell you from here.
Lolita: You didn't come in here to wash your hands.
Dawn Weiner: Y - yes, I did.
Lolita: You came in here to take a shit.
Dawn Weiner: No, really. I don't have to go. My hands were just dirty, that's all.
Lolita: Liar. I can smell you from here.
Dawn Weiner: [opening lines]
[walks up to Lolita]
Dawn Weiner: Can I sit here?
Lolita: If you feel like it.
[looks at Dawn eating her lunch]
Lolita: Someone barfed there fourth period.
Cookie: [walks up with cheerleaders] Hi, Dawn, sorry to bother you, but we were just wondering... Are you a lesbian?
[camera cuts to Dawn]
Cookie: Well, are you?
Dawn Weiner: No.
Lolita: Liar. She made a pass at me.
Cookie: [with group] Lesbo, Lesbo, Lesbo.
[walks up to Lolita]
Dawn Weiner: Can I sit here?
Lolita: If you feel like it.
[looks at Dawn eating her lunch]
Lolita: Someone barfed there fourth period.
Cookie: [walks up with cheerleaders] Hi, Dawn, sorry to bother you, but we were just wondering... Are you a lesbian?
[camera cuts to Dawn]
Cookie: Well, are you?
Dawn Weiner: No.
Lolita: Liar. She made a pass at me.
Cookie: [with group] Lesbo, Lesbo, Lesbo.
Ralphie: Dawn? Do you think I'll get into the Hummingbirds next year?
Dawn Weiner: Boys always get in.
Ralphie: Do you think they'll go on a trip to Disney World next year also?
Dawn Weiner: I don't know! Maybe. Depends.
Ralphie: On what?
Brandon: Hey, dog-face!
Dawn Weiner: Drop dead!
Ralphie: Let's go.
Brandon: What's the matter, faggot? In a hurry to run home to Mommy?
Dawn Weiner: Shut up!
Brandon: Make me, lesbo!
Dawn Weiner: You think you're so cool!
Ralphie: You think you're hot shit but you're really just cold diarrhea.
Brandon: Hoo-HOO! Listen to this faggot!
Dawn Weiner: Shut up, you asshole!
Ralphie: Yeah, shut up!
Brandon: Man, if I were you, faggot, I'd be shittin' in my pants, 'cause when you go to junior high, man, I'm gonna smash that little fairy face of yours into a mushy pulp!
Dawn Weiner: Yeah, well, at least he won't stay back a year!
[Brandon knocks her soda out of her hand and laughs]
Dawn Weiner: Retard!
Dawn Weiner: Boys always get in.
Ralphie: Do you think they'll go on a trip to Disney World next year also?
Dawn Weiner: I don't know! Maybe. Depends.
Ralphie: On what?
Brandon: Hey, dog-face!
Dawn Weiner: Drop dead!
Ralphie: Let's go.
Brandon: What's the matter, faggot? In a hurry to run home to Mommy?
Dawn Weiner: Shut up!
Brandon: Make me, lesbo!
Dawn Weiner: You think you're so cool!
Ralphie: You think you're hot shit but you're really just cold diarrhea.
Brandon: Hoo-HOO! Listen to this faggot!
Dawn Weiner: Shut up, you asshole!
Ralphie: Yeah, shut up!
Brandon: Man, if I were you, faggot, I'd be shittin' in my pants, 'cause when you go to junior high, man, I'm gonna smash that little fairy face of yours into a mushy pulp!
Dawn Weiner: Yeah, well, at least he won't stay back a year!
[Brandon knocks her soda out of her hand and laughs]
Dawn Weiner: Retard!
