Cady Heron: You know I couldn't invite you. I had to pretend to be Plastic.
Janis Ian: Hey, buddy, you're not pretending anymore. You're Plastic. Cold, shiny, hard Plastic.
Damian Leigh: Curfew, 1 a.m. It is now 1:10.
Janis Ian: Did you have an awesome time? Did you drink awesome shooters and listen to awesome music, and then just sit around and soak up each other's awesomeness?
Cady Heron: You're the one who made me like this so you could use me for your eighth-grade revenge.
Janis Ian: God! See, at least me and Regina George know we're mean. You try to act like you're so innocent. Like, "Oh, I used to live in Africa with all the little birdies and the little monkeys."
Cady Heron: You know what? It's not my fault you're in love with me or something!
Janis Ian: What?!
Damian Leigh: Oh, no she did not!
Janis Ian: See? That is the thing with you Plastics. You think that everybody is in love with you, when actually, everybody hates you.
