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\par ~Sometimes is seems like all I ever do is lie (p. 1).\par
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\par ~Lilly says I have an overactive imagination and a pathological need to invent drama in my life (p. 4).\par
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\par ~It sort of sucks when your best friend\rquote s parents are psychoanalysts (p. 8).\par
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\par ~Transatlantic phone calls suck because I can hear the ocean swishing around in the background and it makes me all nervous, like the fish are listening, or something (p. 15).\par
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\par ~We always go to see Beauty and the Beast, my all-time favorite Broadway musical, I don\rquote t care what Lilly says about Walt Disney and his misogynistic undertones. I\rquote ve seen it seven times. So has my dad. His favorite part is when the dancing forks come out (p. 36).\par
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\par ~My dad looked kind of shocked. The last time I yelled at him had been years ago, when he agreed with Grandm\'e8re that I ought to eat some foie gras. I don\rquote t care if it is a delicacy in France; I\rquote m not eating anything that once walked around and quacked (p. 46).\par
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\par ~A letter on a stupid jacket is no reason to run, as far as I\rquote m concerned (p. 46).\par
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\par ~I\rquote m sure they won\rquote t let me have a cat in the palace. At least, not a cat like Louie, who weighs twenty-five pounds and eats socks. He\rquote d scare all the ladies-in-waiting (p. 50).\par
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\par ~My dad actually does have a lot in common with Captain Picard. You know, he\rquote s white and bald and has to rule over a small populace (p. 52).\par
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\par ~Gawd, does he ever need to self-actualize (p. 61).\par
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\par ~Everyone knows Lilly in the Village, since we filmed a very popular episode where Lilly borrowed the pricing gun from Grand Union and stood on the corner of Bleecker and La Guardia and told all the European tourists wandering around NoHo that if they wore a Grand Union price sticker on their foreheads they could get a free latte from Dean & DeLuca (a surprising amount of them believed her) (p. 64).\par
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\par ~Not that I don\rquote t love my dad. I do, I guess. I just don\rquote t understand how he could let something like this happen. He\rquote s usually so organized. How could he have let himself become a prince? I just don\rquote t understand it (p. 69).\par
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\par ~I can just relax and enjoy some real homemade Poppin Fresh Cinnamon Buns and watch Pavlov, Michael\rquote s sheltie, try to herd Maya back into the kitchen every time she tries to come out (p. 70).\par
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\par ~Michael said the first two sounded all right, but if the third was an example of the kind of boyfriend I expected to get, I\rquote d be a virgin for a long, long time. He said he didn\rquote t know anyone with an ounce of testosterone who could watch Beauty and the Beast on Broadway without projectile vomiting. But he\rquote s wrong, because my dad definitely has testosterone \endash at least one testicle full \endash and he\rquote s never projectile vomited at the show (p. 73).\par
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\par ~Like the time I wouldn\rquote t go to church with Grandm\'e8re because I refused to pray to a god who would allow rain forests to be destroyed in order to make grazing room for cows who would later become Quarter Pounders for the ignorant masses who worship the symbol of all that is evil, Ronald McDonald (p. 77).\par
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\par ~Hello? These are my parents? Did the body snatchers come while I was gone and replace my parents with pod people? Because that was the only way I could think of that my parents would be so reasonable (p. 79).\par
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\par ~And Grandm\'e8re\rquote s was HORRIBLE. She said that the lipstick I had on made me look like a poulet. At least that\rquote s what I thought she said, and I couldn\rquote t figure out why she thought I looked like a chicken. But just now I looked up poulet in my English-French dictionary, and it turns out poulet can also mean \ldblquote prostitute\rdblquote ! My grandmother called me a hooker (p. 113)!\par
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\par ~I wish I had never chosen to be assertive last night. I could have stayed over at the Moscovitzes\rquote and never had to look at Mr. Gianini in his boxer shorts. I could have lived a full and happy life without ever having seen that (p. 139).\par
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\par ~ Grandm\'e8re and my dad were both in kind of bad moods. I don\rquote t know why. I guess they\rquote re not getting paid to spend time with each other, like I kind of am\rdblquote (p. 148).\par
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\par ~ She says my French is atrocious but my English is even worse. She says if she ever hears me say \lquote Whatever\rquote again, she\rquote s going to wash my mouth out with soap. I said, \lquote Whatever, Grandm\'e8re,\rquote and she shot me this way dirty look. I wasn\rquote t trying to be smart-alecky, though. I really forgot (p. 150).\par
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\par ~I said I wouldn\rquote t sign it, and Boris, who was the person holding it, told me I was ungrateful, and that in the country he came from voices raised in protest had been crushed for years by the government, and that I should feel lucky I lived in a place where I could sign a petition and not live in fear that the secret police would come after me. I told Boris that in America we don\rquote t tuck our sweaters in our pants (p. 152).\par
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\par ~That\rquote s right. I was sent to the principal\rquote s office for stabbing Lana Weinberger with a Nutty Royale (p. 161)!\par
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\par ~My father is furious. He says he is going to sue the school. He says no one can give his daughter detention for defending the weak. I told him that Principal Gupta can. She can do anything. She\rquote s the principle (p. 164).\par
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\par ~Without celebrity supporters, no cause stands a chance. I mean, where would all those starving kids be without Sally Struthers? (p. 176)\par
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\par ~Parents can be so self-centered: Before they do something illegal, they should totally stop and think about how their kids are going to feel if they get caught. If I were Chelsea Clinton, I would change my name and move to Iceland (p. 180).\par
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\par ~Then my dad reminded me that it\rquote s not like I\rquote m not getting paid for this. Right! One hundred lousy bucks! One hundred lousy bucks a day to be publicly ridiculed and humiliated. Those baby seals better be grateful, that\rquote s all I have to say (p. 186).\par
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\par ~Mr. G says Principal Gupta finally had to call the police, because Albert Einstein High is private property and the reporters were trespassing all over, dropping cigarette butts on the steps and blocking the sidewalk and leaning on Joe and stuff. Which, if you think about it, is exactly what all the popular kids do when they hand around the school grounds after the last bell rings, and Principal Gupta never calls the cops on them\'85but then again, I guess their parents are paying tuition (p. 198).\par
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\par ~ Grandm\'e8re doesn\rquote t believe in VCRs. She says if God meant for us to watch movies at home He wouldn\rquote t have invented coming attractions (p. 207).\par
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\par ~He means he\rquote s scared of her. I guess I can\rquote t really blame him, considering the fact that she used to lock him in the dungeon and everything (p. 227).\par
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\par ~Then the bell rang, and Josh went away, and I just kept standing there until Lars poked me in the arm. I don\rquote t know what Lars\rquote s problem is. I know he\rquote s not my personal secretary. But thank God he was there, or I\rquote d never have known Josh was picking me up tomorrow night at seven (p. 233).\par
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\par ~I mean, I don\rquote t hang around with boys that much, but I\rquote ve never had that problem with the ones I HAVE hung around with. I mena, Michael Moscovitz practically never shuts up (p. 255).\par
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\par ~WHY? WHY ME? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME these things have to happen to???? I\rquote m trying to remember what Grandm\'e8re told me about how to act under duress. Because I am definitely under duress. I keep trying to breathe in through my nose, out through my mouth, like Grandm\'e8re said. In through my nose, out through my mouth. In through my nose, out through my \endash HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME???? HOW, HOW, HOW?????!!!\par
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\par ~For somebody who\rquote d never been to a single school event \endash aside from Computer Club meetings \endash Michael sure was making up for lost time in his enthusiasm for this one (p. 278).\par
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\par ~You know, he could have given me a D plus. I have been nothing but supportive of his relationship with my mother. That kind of loyalty should be rewarded (p. 279).\par
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\par ~But Grandm\'e8re didn\rquote t need any help. She whacked the Blind Guy across the face with her purse so hard his sunglasses went flying off. After that there was no doubt about it: The Blind Guy can see. And let me tell you something: I don\rquote t think he\rquote ll be taking any more trips down our street for awhile (p. 283).\par
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