My Girl

Veda: I was born jaundiced. Once I sat on a toilet seat at a truck stop and caught hemorrhoids. And I've learned to live with this chicken bone that's been lodged in my throat for the past three years. So I knew Dad would be devastated when he learned of my latest affliction.

Veda: Dad, I don't want to upset you, but my left breast is developing at a significantly faster rate than my right. It can only mean one thing: cancer. I'm dying.

Shelly: I'll take real good care of these people. They deserve it. They're dead. All they've got left is their looks.

Veda: I only surround myself with people I find intellectually stimulating.

Veda: He forgot about the time I wanted to be a magician. I was really good at making myself disappear.

Shelly: The first rule of eye makeup is that you can never wear enough blue eye shadow.

Veda: 'Ode to Ice Cream' by Vada Sultenfuss. I like ice cream a whole lot/It tastes good on days that are hot/On a cone or in a dish/This will be my only wish/Vanilla, chocolate, rocky road/Even with pie, a la mode.

Shelly: You could be in a room with 100 men and not like any of them, or you could be in the room with one man and he could be the one you wanted.

Bingo old man: If you weren't 200 years old I'd kick your wrinkled ass!

Veda: I used to like to play with my Ken and Barbie dolls. Ken was my favorite. Then one Christmas I got them a camper and all they wanted to do was hang out in it by themselves. So I wasn't too upset when they took that wrong turn and went over the cliff.

Veda: Why do you think people want to get married?
Thomas J: When you get old, you just have to.

Veda: I'm gonna marry Mr. Bixler.
Thomas J: You can't marry a teacher, it's against the law.
Veda: It is not.
Thomas J: Yes it is, 'cause then he'll give you all A's, and it won't be fair.

Thomas J: Veda, would you think of me. If you don't get to marry Mr. Bixler?

Thomas J: What do you think it's like?
Veda: What?
Thomas J: Heaven.
Veda: I think... everybody gets their own white horse and all they do is ride them and eat marshmallows all day. And everybody's best friends with everybody else. When you play sports, there's no teams, so nobody gets picked last.
Thomas J. Sennett: But what if you're afraid to ride horses?
Veda: Doesn't matter 'cause they're not regular horses. They've got wings. And it's no big deal if you fall 'cause you'll just land in a cloud.

Shelly: She won't come out. It's been a whole day. You have to do something, Harry.
Harry: The funeral's starting.
Shelly: Open your eyes, she's eleven years old! Her only friend in the world is dead.
Harry: I know that, but what do you want from me?
Shelly: Stop hiding, Harry! You run, Harry. When I first came here, the idea of working with dead people didn't exactly thrill me. When I saw a family that lived here, I thought, if I'm living without a family, at least I can work with one and maybe, once in a while, be invited in for supper.
Harry: Yeah... and when those suppers are disrupted because there's a car crash, or there's a fire, or a little boy steps on a beehive...
Shelly: I'm not asking you to stop caring for those people. But life isn't just death, Harry. Don't ignore the living, especially your daughter.

VEda: Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? Is it because he left you one day? is it because he could not stay? On your branches he would swing, do you long for the happiness that day would bring? He found shelter in your shade. You thought his laughter would never fade. Weeping willow, stop your tears. There is something to calm you fears. You think death has ripped you forever apart. But I know he'll always be in your heart.