Heathers (1988)

Shannen Doherty: Heather Duke

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• Heather Duke : Veronica, you look like hell.

  Veronica Sawyer : Yeah? I just got back.

• Heather Duke : I prayed for the death of Heather Chandler many times and I felt bad everytime I did it but I kept doing it anyway. Now I know you understood everything. Praise Jesus, Hallelujah.

• Student : Did you hear? School's canceled today cause Kurt & Ram killed themselves in a repressed, homosexual, suicide pact.

  Heather Duke : No Way!

• Heather Duke : Veronica, why are you pulling my dick?

• Veronica Sawyer : Heather, why can't you just be a friend? Why do you have to be such a mega-bitch?

  Heather Duke : Because I can be.

• Heather McNamara : It's your turn Heather.

  Heather Chandler : No, Heather, it's Heather's turn. Heather?

  Heather Duke : Sorry Heather.

• Heather Duke : [playing croquet]  So what are you gonna do Heather? Take two shots or send me out?

  Heather Chandler : Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast? First you ask if you can be red, knowing that I'm always red.

  [puts her croquet ball against Heather's and sends it flying] 

  Heather Duke : Shit.

  Heather Chandler : It's your turn, Heather.

• Heather Duke : Hi, everybody. Door was open. Veronica, did you hear? We were doing Chinese at the food fair, when it comes over the radio that Martha Dumptruck tried to buy the farm. She belly-flopped in front of a car wearing a suicide note.

  Veronica Sawyer : Is she dead?

  Heather Duke : No... that's the punchline. She's alive, and in stable condition. Just another case of a geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.

  Veronica Sawyer : [slaps Heather] 

  Veronica Sawyer : [camera cuts to Veronica's room]  I said I was sorry!

  Heather Duke : You were out of control! I mean Heather and Kurt were a shock but Martha Dumptruck? Get crucial! She was dialing suicide hotlines in her diapers!

  Veronica Sawyer : Ugh... shut-up, Hot Probs is on.

• Veronica Sawyer : Watch it Heather, you might be digesting food there.

  Heather McNamara : Yeah, where's your urge to purge?

  Heather Duke : Fuck it.

• Heather McNamara : God had cursed me I think. The last guy I had sex with killed himself the next day. I'm failing math. I was supposed to be cheerleading captain...

  Veronica Sawyer : She knows we listen to this show.

  Heather Duke : Ohmygod.

  [delighted] 

  Heather Duke : We'll crucify her!

• [J.D. shows Heather pictures] 

  Heather Duke : Me and Martha Dumptruck? Where did you get this?

  J.D. : I just had the nicest little chat with Ms. Dumptruck. Got along famously. It's kind of scary that everyone's got a little story to tell. You wanna see the canoeing shots?

  Heather Duke : What is this? Blackmail?

  [Miss Duke pauses] 

  J.D. , Heather Duke : I'll give you a week's lunch money.

  J.D. : I don't want your money. I want your strength. Westerburg does not need mushy togetherness. It needs a strong leader. Heather Chandler was that leader but...

  Heather Duke : But she couldn't handle it.

  J.D. : I think you can. Moby Dick is dunked. The white whale drank some bad plankton and splashed through a coffee table and now it's your turn to take the helm.

  Heather Duke : What about the photographs?

  J.D. : Oh, don't worry. I'll ask you to do me a favor. That will be one you'll enjoy. Then you'll get the negatives and everything back then. But in the meantime... strength. Here's a little gift. From Heather to Heather.

  [he gives her Heather Chandler's red hair bow] 

• Heather Duke : Veronica, can you come back here a minute?

  Veronica Sawyer : A true friend's work is never done.

  Heather Chandler : Gross.

• Heather Duke : Some people need different kinds of convincing than others.

• Veronica Sawyer : So, what's the question?

  Heather Duke : Yeah, so what's the question, Heather?

  Heather Chandler : Goddamn, Heather, you were with me in study hall when I thought of it.

  Heather Duke : I forgot.

  Heather Chandler : Ugh... such a pillowcase.

• Heather Duke : Veronica! Color me stoked, girl. I've gotten everyone to sign this petition even the one who think Big Fun are tuneless Euro fags. People love me!

• Heather McNamara : God, come on, Veroinca.

  Veronica Sawyer : What is your damage, Heather?

  Heather McNamara : Don't blame me, blame Heather. She told me to haul your ass into the caf, pronto. Back me up, Heather.

  Heather Duke : Yeah, she really wants to talk to you, Veronica.

  Veronica Sawyer : Okay, I'm going. Jesus Christ.