Jennifer: I couldn't ask for help. I was waiting for you to save me. Somehow in my mind, it couldn't be anybody else. It had to be you. Why didn't you?
Jennifer: [sarcastically shouting] What? Hasn't anybody else here had *sex* with Bill?
Jennifer: Don't you think it's a little cult-like? I mean, I didn't think it at the time, but now in retrospect? You know, the whole group thing. Worshiping pain, endurance, it's a bit religious, don't you think?
Mrs. G: Really... really, Jenny?... I expected so much more of you.
Jenny at 13: I'm the hero of this story, NOT the victim. They fell apart, I didn't.
Jennifer: [Staring at an 11-year-old photo of herself from the 1970's] I was so little!
Nettie: Honestly, sometimes I find it hard to believe you are my own child.