- [first lines]
- Hope: [naively speaking into camera lens] I'm a very bad girl. I have naughty thoughts. I wanna be punished. I fantasize about being gang-raped. It totally turns me on.
- Paige: [on Skype] You look amazing, mama! You think about what we talked about the other night?
- Hope: Do you really think I can get acting and modeling work?
- Paige: Are you kidding me? Girl, look in the mirror. You're sexy as *fuck!* Okay, do you remember all of your lines?
- Hope: Yup.
- Paige: Okay, let's do it. Action!
- Hope: [goes through that spiel again, passionately:] I'm a very bad girl...
- [then scrambles to close her laptop as door opens]
- Beth: What the hell are you doing? I heard you talking about getting gang-raped.
- Hope: You were listening?
- [makes face]
- Hope: What kind of creepy psycho are you?
- Beth: Who were you talking to? I heard a female voice.
- Hope: None of your business! You're not my mom.
- Beth: Were you sext-talking with a woman? Are you gay? What the hell is going on with you, Hope?
- [no answer]
- Hope: [as Beth grabs at the laptop, counters:] Get away from me, you bitch!
- Paige: I've had boyfriends help me out with bills and stuff. It's really no big deal. I mean, I would have done it for free anyway, so why not get paid?
- Hope: I wanna get my nose pierced like you.
- Destiny: Oh, no. We wanna keep you as young-looking as long as possible.
- Paige: Yeah, don't do anything to your face. You're perfect and fresh and *just* what all the modeling agents want. You'll see.
- [laughs]
- Paige: This town is filled with sick perverted fucks.
- Hope: I think I'm gonna be sick...
- [runs off]
- Hope: [re the message on the cellphone] What the fuck is this? "How much did you clear?"
- Paige: I don't know what kind of drugs you were on last night, but you were fully aware of what you were doing.
- Hope: You're a liar. I know who you are. I'm going home.
- Paige: Fine. Go on home, and get fucked by your pedophile father like I did.
- Hope: The only person who got *fucked* back then, was me. I remember you got me drunk for the first time when I was nine years old.
- [Paige snickers]
- Hope: You stuck your fingers inside me. You're a *sick bitch!*
- [Paige just smiles]
- Hope: I remember the kids in the neighborhood whispering that you were a lesbian.
- Paige: [looks up from her cellphone] Who cares? You're pathetic.
- Hope: The entire neighborhood could hear your drunk father yelling *every fucking night.*