where is the real self

Daisy: You're just jealous, Lisa... because I got better... because I was released... because I have a chance... at a life.

Lisa: They didn't release you 'cause you're better, Daisy, they just gave up. You call this a life, hmm? Taking Daddy's money, buying your dollies and your knick-knacks. And eating his fucking chicken, fattening up like a prize fucking heifer? You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation - and the warden makes house calls. And everybody knows. Everybody knows. That he fucks you. What they don't know... is that you like it. Hmm? You like it.

Susanna: [to Lisa] Shut the fuck up!

Lisa: [to Susanna] Hey man, it's cool, it's okay. It's fine, it's fucking fine! A man is a dick is a man is a dick is a chicken... is a dad... a Valium, a speculum, whatever, whatever.

[then turns to Daisy]

Lisa: You like being Mrs. Randone. Probably all you've ever known.

Daisy: Have fun in Florida.

[she goes upstairs to her room]

Janet: I want my fucking clothes!

Valerie: Then you'll have to eat something, won't you?

Janet: [singing] Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' cotton / Oh Lordy, pick a bale o' hay / Gotta jump down spin around pick a bale o' cotton / Jump down spin around, pick a bale o' hay...

Valerie: [to Susanna] She thinks that bothers me.