- Minnie: So, maybe nobody loves me. Maybe nobody will ever love me. But maybe it's not about being loved by somebody else.
- Minnie: I always thought I wanted to be exactly like my mom. But she thinks she needs a man to be happy. I don't.
- Minnie: I want someone to be so totally in love with me that they would feel like they would die if I were gone. Maybe Monroe could love me like that.
- Minnie: It feels like there are little weights hanging from my heart that swing and tug every time I move, every time the wind blows.
- Minnie: It would've been better to have slept and dreamed than to watch the night pass and the slow moon sink.
- [Minnie runs to the bathroom and locks herself in to talk to Kimmie on the phone privately. Gretel shows up right behind and starts listening in]
- Kimmie: [voice] Alright, tell me.
- Minnie: [whispering excitedly] I can't tell you; you have to guess.
- Kimmie: [voice] You fucked somebody!
- Minnie: [surprised, giggling] What? How did you know?
- Kimmie: [on the other end of the line, curling her hair in front of the mirror, smiling] I'm so happy. Who was it?
- Minnie: [whispering loudly] Guess! Gretel is listening.
- Gretel: [from outside the bathroom door] I am not! You're so full of yourself!
- Minnie: This is for all the girls when they have grown. Signing off, trusty diary. Love, Minnie Goetze.
- Minnie: Don't laugh at me!
- [playfully hitting him]
- Monroe: Or what?
- [laughing with her]
- Minnie: OR I'M GONNA TELL MY MOTHER!
- Monroe: [pauses, stunned] Get dressed.
- Minnie: What? You can't take it?
- Monroe: [trying to contain his anger] Get *dressed*.
- Minnie: No!
- Monroe: [exploding] YOU RUINED IT, MINNIE! YOU'RE A FUCKING CHILD! I SHOULD TELL YOUR MOTHER! YOU WANT THAT? YOU'RE MANIPULATING ME! WELL I'M NOT HAVING IT!
- Minnie: [starts to cry, crouches to the floor, naked]