Rowe quotes, aphorisms, statements, say
Girl, Interrupted Nurse Margie: You're looking better, Lisa.
Lisa Rowe: Why, thanks Margie. So how's the engagement going?
Nurse Margie: You know.
Lisa Rowe: No, I don't know. I've been away.
Nurse Margie: Joe wants me to... before the wedding.
Lisa Rowe: Fuck his brains out - use a rubber.
Girl, Interrupted Lisa Rowe: Lady, back off!
Mrs. Gilcrest: Was I talking to you?
Lisa Rowe: No, you were spitting on me, so mellow fuckin' out!
Mrs. Cilcrest: Don't you tell me what to do.
Lisa Rowe: Look, she gave your husband a rim job. Big fuckin' deal! I'm sure he was begging for it, I heard it was like a pencil anyway.
Mrs. Gilcrest: Why you - how dare you!
Lisa Rowe: Some advice, okay? Just don't point you fuckin' finger at crazy people!
Girl, Interrupted Lisa Rowe: So, have you had your first Melvin yet?
Susanna Kaysen: Who's that?
Lisa Rowe: Bald guy with a little pecker and a fat wife. You're ther-rapist, sweet pea. Unless, uh... unless they're giving you shocks. Or, God forbid, letting you out. Then you get to see the great, wonderful Dr. Dyke.
Nurse Margie: She means Dr. Wick.
Susanna Kaysen: Oh, I've been in his office, but I haven't met him yet.
M.G.: He's a she. Dr. Wick's a girl.
Lisa Rowe: That's right, M.G., Wick's a chick.
M.G.: Wick's a chick.
Lisa Rowe: Hence the nickname.
Girl, Interrupted [Lisa's arms and legs are strapped to the bed. Susanna takes out nail polish and starts painting Lisa's nails]
Lisa Rowe: [crying] I'm not really dead.
Susanna Kaysen: I know.
Lisa Rowe: I'm gonna miss you, Suzie Q.
Susanna Kaysen: No, you're not. You're going get out of here, and you're gonna come and see me. Okay?
Lisa Rowe: [takes a deep breath and looks away] Yeah.
Girl, Interrupted Lisa Rowe: We are very rare and we are mostly men.
Janet Webber: Lisa thinks she's hot shit 'cause she's a sociopath.
Cynthia Crowley: I'm a sociopath.
Lisa Rowe: No, you're a dyke.
Susanna Kaysen: [reading from a book] "Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of self-image, relationships and moods... uncertainty about goals, impulsive in activities that are self-damaging, such as casual sex."
Lisa Rowe: I like that.
Susanna Kaysen: "Social contrariness and a generally pessimistic attitude and often observed" Well, that's me.
Lisa Rowe: That's everybody.
Susanna Kaysen: I mean, what kind of sex isn't casual?
Janet Webber: They mean promiscuous.
Susanna Kaysen: I'm not promiscuous. I'm not.
Girl, Interrupted Susanna Kaysen: [picks up phone] Hello.
Lisa Rowe: [on phone] So what's your diag-nonsense?
Susanna Kaysen: Who is this?
Lisa Rowe: What'd he say to Mom and Pop?
[Susanna looks out and sees Lisa staring back at her two booths back]
Susanna Kaysen: I have a Borderline Personality.
Lisa Rowe: Oh, that's nothing. What else?
Susanna Kaysen: He didn't say. Thought it would affect my recovery.
Lisa Rowe: All right, listen. Tongue your meds tonight. After 1 o'clock checks, Gretta always goes out for a smoke. Check the mirrors and if they're clear, you go down to Hector's closet. It'a near the art room and it will be open.
Girl, Interrupted Georgina Tuskin: Lisa, is Daisy really getting out?
Lisa Rowe: Yeah, she coughed up a big one.
Susanna Kaysen: But how could - I mean she's... insane.
Lisa Rowe: Yeah, well that's what ther-rape-me's all about. That's why fuckin' Freud's pictures on every shrink's wall. He created a fuckin' industry. You lie down, you confess your secrets and you're saved. Ca-ching! The more you confess, the more they think about settin' you free.
Susanna Kaysen: But what if you don't have a secret?
Lisa Rowe: Then you're a lifer, like me.
Girl, Interrupted Lisa Rowe: Take one fuckin' step and I'll jam this in my aorta. [aiming a pen at her neck]
Nurse Margie: Stop it.
Valerie Owens: Lisa, you aorta is in your chest.
Lisa Rowe: [snaps the pen closed] Good to know. I'll make a note of that.
[Lisa hands Margie back the pen]
Valerie Owens: Good.