Scarlett Johansson: Rebecca

Ghost World

Rebecca

[Enid and Rebecca try to call on Josh at his apartment. But there's answer at the door]
Enid: I bet he's in there jerking off.
Rebecca: I bet he never jerks off.
Enid: Yeah, he's beyond human stuff like that.
Rebecca: Should we leave a note?
Enid: Yeah, you got a pen?
[Rebecca pulls out a pen, Enid takes a tag left on Josh's door handle and writes on it, leaning on Rebecca's back]
Enid: [writing] Dear Josh, we came by to fuck you, but you were not home. Therefore you are gay. Signed Tiffany and Amber.
[she puts it back on Josh's door handle]
Rebecca: You're gonna leave that?
Enid: Why not?

Enid: [about Seymour's garage sale] It was so cute how he had his own little bags. I thought I was going to start crying.
Rebecca: Yeah, he should totally just kill himself.
[she looks through the classified ads in a newpaper]
Rebecca: Oh, here's one. Oh, but you have to share a non-smoking feminist and her two cats.
Enid: I don't know... I kinda like him. He's the exact opposite of everything I really hate. In a way, he's such a clueless dork, he's almost kinda cool.
Rebecca: That guy is many things but he's definetely not cool.

Rebecca: [serving a woman a coffee] Can I get you a bis...
Rude Coffee Customer: [curtly] No, I do not want a biscotti with that.
[she takes her coffee and leaves]
Enid: God! How can you stand all these assholes?
Rebecca: Some people are OK, but mostly I just feel like poisoning everybody.
Enid: Well, at the least the wheelchair guy is entertaining.
Rebecca: He doesn't even need that wheelchair, he's just totally lazy.
Enid: That rules!
Rebecca: No, it really doesn't. You'll see, you get totally sick of all the creeps and losers and weirdos.
Enid: But those are our people.
Rebecca: [shrugs] Yeah, well...
[Enid looks at her, slightly disheartened]

Rebecca: [about the rap song playing in the 50s diner] So, who could forget this great hit from the fifties, huh?
Enid: I feel as though I've stepped into a time warp.

[At the graduation ball, Enid watches a loner classmate eating a slice of cake by himself]
Enid: God, just think, we'll never see Dennis again.
Rebecca: [shrugs] Good.
Enid: No, really think about that. It's actually totally depressing.

[In a cafe, a shy young man has just given them a flyer, telling him that his band is playing there on Friday night]
Enid: God, what a dork.
Rebecca: You're just jealous.
Enid: Trust me, at this point I'm past the fact that every single guy likes you better than me.
Rebecca: Oh, face it, you just hate every single guy on the face of the earth.
Enid: That's not true. I just hate all these extroverted, obnoxious, pseudo-bohemian losers.

Rebecca: Oh look, there he is.
Enid: As always.
Rebecca: Waiting for the bus that never comes.
Enid: I wonder if he's just totally insane, or he really thinks the bus is coming?
Rebecca: Why don't you just ask him?
Enid: Hi. What's your name?
Norman: Norman.
Enid: Are you waiting for a bus?
Norman: Yes.
Enid: I hate to tell you this, but they canceled this bus line two years ago. There are no more buses on this street.
Norman: You don't know what you're talking about.

Rebecca: Oh! It's that comedian I was telling you about.
[she turns up the volume on her television, which is showing an odd-looking man performing stand-up comedy]
Rebecca: See this bit, it's the absolute worst.
Joey McCobb, the Stand Up Comic: [on the TV] Just because I still live with my mother people think I'm peculiar. So what if she's been dead for 15 years?
Rebecca: See? It's barely even a joke.
Joey McCobb, the Stand Up Comic: Well, it's like I always say, take my life... please!
[he bows and his audience applauds]
TV Announcer: Joey McCobb, the weee-irdest man in showbusiness!
Enid: If he's so weird, how comes he's wearing Nikes?
[she switches the TV off]
Enid: Joey McCobb is our God.
Rebecca: I wanna do him.
Enid: I bet. Actually, he kind of reminds me of that one guy you went out with, Larry. God, what look was he going for, a gay tennis player from the '40s?
Rebecca: Fuck you.
Enid: You dated him.

[as they leave the diner they see Seymour in his car getting cut up at an intersection by a big, jacked-up SUV. He screeches to a halt and shouts furiously]
Enid: Oh my god. It's him! He's insane.
Rebecca: We should follow him home.

Enid: [coming out of their high school graduation ceremony] God, what a bunch of retards.
Rebecca: God, I know, I thought Chipmunk-face was never going to shut up.
Enid: I know, I liked her so much better when she was an alcoholic crack addict. She gets in one car wreck and all of a sudden she's Little Miss Perfect and everyone loves her.

Enid: [Enid is reading a note clipped to her diploma] What?
Rebecca: What?
Enid: These assholes are saying I have to go to summer school and take some stupid art class.
Rebecca: Why?
Enid: God, I didn't think that just because you get an "F" you have to take the whole class over again.
Rebecca: [snickering] Loser.

Rebecca: See that guy over there?
Enid: Which one?
Rebecca: The blonde guy over there.
[Enid spots him and rolls her eyes]
Rebecca: He gives me, like, a total boner.
Enid: He's, like, the biggest idiot of all time.
Reggae Fan: [walking past with his friends] You guys up for some reggae tonight?
[Enid lifts her hand, as if to say "See what I mean?"]
Rebecca: OK, you're right.