Kristy McNichol: Angel

Little Darlings

Angel

Dana: I knew this one girl and I swear, she did it on a rollercoaster. Hey Ferris, where's the weirdest place you ever did it?
Ferris: None of your business.
Cinder: Why not?
[to the girls]
Cinder: She probably doesn't know anything.
Ferris: I know enough.
Cinder: Ever been to fourth base?
Ferris: I'm fifteen. No one goes to fourth base...
Cinder: I hit a home run at fourteen. Well I guess some of us are women, and some of us are little girls.
[to Angel]
Cinder: Which are you?
Angel: I think guys are a pain in the ass.
Cinder: Two little virgins. How quaint. No wonder they're always fighting. It's all that unreleased energy. Probably lezzies.
Ferris: Maybe she is, but I'm straight.

Angel: God, it was so personal! Like you could see right through me.
Randy: I don't get you man! One minute you're... shit man, make your mind up! I mean, you came on to me. If you wanted to stop, you should've said something. No big deal. There's plenty of women around here.
Angel: I'm not a woman... Randy. Making love is... it's... it's... it's different... than what I thought it was... gonna be... like.
Randy: You mean, you never did it before? Christ, why didn't you tell me?
Angel: I thought it would turn you off. Virgins are weird, right?

Angel: I have to talk to you.
Ms. Bright: Uh huh, about what?
Angel: I think you better straighten your act out. What's this crap about sex being nothing?
Ms. Bright: I don't know. I don't understand. What do you mean?
Angel: You've been hanging around creeps.
Ms. Bright: Angel! That's not a very nice thing to say to your mom.
Angel: I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

Dana: [watching boys skinny dip] Oh, that unmatched form and feature of blown youth blasted with ecstasy! Oh, woe is me to have seen what I have seen, to see what I see!
Angel: Now what are you mouthing off about?
Dana: Those are Ophelia's lines to Hamlet. Don't you know anything?
Angel: I know one thing. Looking at a bunch of creeps skinny dipping may turn you all on... but I think it's crap.

Randy: I want to talk to you!
Angel: [sarcastically] Long time, no see. How's Cinder?
Randy: How much did you make? I know all about it. Why didn't you tell me it was a game? I would've went along with it. I mean, an easy lay is an easy lay, right?
Angel: I lost. I didn't tell them, get it?
Randy: You mean, you let yourself lose?
Angel: Yeah, I'm a loser.

Angel: Do you feel different?
Ferris: No.
Angel: Was it what you thought it would be?
Ferris: No big deal.
Angel: But now you're a woman.
Ferris: My whole affair was a lie.
Angel: Come on.
Ferris: He didn't even touch me.
Angel: You know something?
[hesitates]
Angel: Don't tell anyone.
[Ferris shakes her head]
Angel: Me and Randy...
Ferris: Gosh! Gosh!
Angel: Is that all you can say is "gosh"? I mean for somebody with a large vocabulary, supposedly.
Ferris: We've really been idiots, you know.

Dana: [prepping Angel on losing her virginity] Now remember, don't be scared! That's the most important thing. And uh, don't... don't talk about your past. That turns men off.
Angel: I don't have a past, idiot.

Angel: When did you lose your virginity? I just want to know.
Ms. Bright: Why? Now why do you want to know that? Curiosity? I know I must have been at least nineteen.
Angel: Nineteen?
Ms. Bright: It was nothing. Still is nothing.

Angel: So what are we supposed to do now? I don't... I mean, I don't know anything.
Randy: I don't know. I think I love you.
Angel: You don't have to, you know.
Randy: I know.
Angel: God, I feel so lonesome.

Angel: And if you forget to put that thing on, I swear I'll kill you! I'm not getting myself pregnant. I'm not ready to take care of some guy's brat. I don't know what's with men, they never come prepared. They think it's the woman's responsibility or something.
[takes drag from cigarette]
Randy: You ready?
Angel: Don't rush me!
Randy: [fed up with this] You can take all night for all I care. Wouldn't touch you if you paid me.
Angel: Now what's wrong with you?
Randy: I ain't interested, that's what.
Angel: Why?
Randy: You talk too much.
Angel: What are you mad at anyway?
Randy: Who's mad? I'm not turned on by you. You're not my type.

Angel: I feel funny. Trembling.
Randy: Are you scared?
Angel: A little.
Randy: Me too.
[soft chuckle]
Angel: How come?
Randy: I don't know. I thought a lot about you.
Angel: Me too. When I first met you, I... I thought you seemed like a nice person.
Randy: You know... your hair's so soft. It's funny, you talk real rough... but your skin there, it feels so soft.
Angel: Is that okay?
Randy: Are you kidding? It's fantastic!