- Narrator: [Narration] 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.
- Narrator: We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
- Tim Weiner: [deciphering Cecilia's diary] Emotional instability. Look at the i's. The dots on 'em, they're everywhere. Basically, what we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly
- Narrator: So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
- Narrator: What lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.
- Narrator: 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.
- 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.
- Cecilia: [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
- Cecilia: [voiceover, reading from her diary] The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.
- Narrator: 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.
- Narrator: We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy. And how you ended up knowing what colors went together.
- Narrator: No one could understand how Mrs. Lisbon and Mr. Lisbon, our math teacher, could produce such beautiful creatures.
- Principal Woodhouse: Your daughters haven't been in school for over two weeks.
- Mr. Lisbon: Have you checked out back?
- Lady in car: Those girls have a bright future ahead of them. The other one was just going to end up a kook.
- Narrator: In the end, Parkie won because of the Cadillac, Kevin Head because he had the killer weed, and Joe Hill Conley because he won all the school prizes which Trip thought would impress Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon.
- Jake Hill Conley: [pokes hole in the cigarette smoke ring that Lux blows] Don't let it die a virgin.
- Trip Fontaine: You'll love it.
- Trip Fontaine: Peach schnapps.
- Trip Fontaine: [Voice over] Babes love it.
- Lux Lisbon: That stuff tastes really good.
- Mrs Lisbon: None of my daughters lacked for any love, there was plenty of love in our household. I never understood why.
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