- Lana: Shut up. That's your business. Look, I don't care if you're half monkey or half ape, I'm gettin' you out of here.
- [last lines]
- Brandon: [voiceover] Dear Lana, By the time you read this, I'll be back home in Lincoln. I'm scared of what's ahead, but when I think of you I know I'll be able to go on. You were right. Memphis isn't far at all. I'll be making a trip out on the highway before too long. I'll be waiting for ya. Love always and forever, Brandon.
- [John and Tom have pulled Brandon's pants down to show Lana that her boyfriend is biologically female, but Lana refuses to acknowledge it]
- Lana: Leave him alone!
- John Lotter: HIM? HIM?
- Sheriff: Why do you go hanging out with guys, you being a girl yourself? Why do you go around kissing every girl?
- Brandon: I... don't see what this has to do with what had happened.
- Sheriff: I'm asking you all these so that when I speak to the jury, they're going to want some answers, so I have to know exactly what is going on. Now, are you going to answer my question or not?
- Brandon: I... have a sexual identity crisis.
- Sheriff: You have a what?
- Brandon: I have a sexual identity crisis.
- Brandon: Boy, I... I really fucked up. I borrowed one of Candace's checks, then I got that speeding ticket, and this fake I.D. I guess, I just need to learn to stay home, huh?
- Lana's Mom: Brandon, I invite you into my home and you expose my daughter to your sickness. D'ever think about Lana in all this?
- Brandon: That's all I been thinking about.
- Tom Nissen: [about John] Doctors say he got no impulse control. I'm the only one who can control that fucker.
- Dave - Deputy: Miss Brandon? Miss Brandon, we ran your Charles Behrman ID through to the computer, and this is what the Lincoln authorities faxed us over. You tell me.
- Brandon: Wow... This Teena chick's pretty messed up.
- Lana Tisdel: MOM, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
- [to Candace]
- Lana Tisdel: How could you tell them?
- Tom Nissen: We called work. We know you weren't there.
- Lana Tisdel: Why is he talking to me?
- [to Tom]
- Lana Tisdel: What are you, my dad?
- [to everyone]
- Lana Tisdel: Why are y'all staring at me?
- [tries to close the door]
- Lana Tisdel: Go away. You're gross. You're horrible people! Get out of my room!
- Lana's Mom: Honey, we are all worried about you. We're just trying to save you.
- Lana Tisdel: You got a sick way of showing it.
- John Lotter: Shut up, you fucking pervert. Are you a girl or are you not? ARE YOU A GIRL OR ARE YOU NOT?
- Tom Nissen: There's an easy way to fix this problem.
- Brandon: Fuck you! You stay the fuck away from me!
- Tom Nissen: Oh, you wanna fight?