Betty Finn was a true friend...

And I sold her out for a bunch of swatch dogs and diet cokeheads.

Killing Heather would be like offing the wicked witch of the west.

Wait. East. West. God, you sound like a fucking psycho.

What's your damage ? Brad's saying you're being a real cous.

Heather, I feel really sick like I'm gonna throw up, so can we please jam now ?

No. Hell, no.

[ vomiting, coughing ]

Tomorrow I'll be kissing her aerobicized ass,

But tonight, let me dream of a world without Heather,

A world where I am free.

You stupid fuck.

You goddamn bitch.

You were nothing before you met me.

You were playing Barbies with betty Finn.

You were a bluebird. You were a brownie.

You were a girl scout cookie.

I got you into a Remington party.

What's my thanks ? It's on the hallway carpet.

- I got paid in puke. - Lick it up, baby. Lick it up.