Nora: I say do it. I don't care what, just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me, pull me, talk hard.
Mark Hunter: Rise up in the cafeteria and stab them with your plastic forks.
Mark Hunter: You see there's nothing to do anymore. Everything decent's been done. All the great themes in life have been used up, turned into theme parks. So I don't really find it exactly cheerful to be living in the middle of a totally exhausted decade where there's nothing to look forward to and no-one to look up to.
Mark: We're all worried, we're all in pain. That just comes with having eyes and having ears. But just remember one thing - it can't get any worse, it can only get better. High school is the bottom, being a teenager sucks, but that's the point, surviving it is the whole point. Quitting is not going to make you stronger, living will. So just hang on and hang in there.
Mark Hunter: Eat your cereal with a fork and do your homework in the dark.
Marla Hunter: We think you should see a psychiatrist.
Mark Hunter: Is it that obvious?
Nora Diniro: You see, you can talk when you want to.
Mark Hunter: Remember my dear, I can smell a lie like a fart in a car.
Mark Hunter: I am everywhere. I am inside each and every single one of you. Just look in and I will be there waving out at ya, naked wearing only a cock ring, heh, heh, heh. Wow, time flies when you're on the run. I'm gonna cut out now with this unusual song I'm dedicating to an unusual person who makes me feel kind of unusual.
Mark Hunter: Guess who? It's 10 o'clock, do you care where your parents are?
Mark Hunter: Now I'm depressed. Now I feel like killing myself, but luckly I'm too depressed to bother.
Mark Hunter: I was looking for some stamps.
Brian Hunter: Yeah I have some right here. Are you gonna send a letter to a friend back east?
Mark Hunter: No I was thinking about sending away for an inflatable date.
Mark Hunter: They think you're moody, make 'em think you're crazy. Make 'em think you might snap. They say you got attitude, you show 'em some real attitude.
Mark Hunter: In real life I could be that anonymous nerd sitting across from you in chem lab, staring at you so hard. Then when you turn around he tries to smile, but the smile just comes out all wrong. You just think, How pathetic. Then he just looks away, and never looks back at you again.
Mark Hunter: Tonight we have number twelve of one hundred things to do with your body when you're all alone. Now, are you ready for the incredible sound of Hard Harry coming on his own face?
Mark Hunter: Talk hard.
Mark Hunter: I'm sick of being ashamed. I don't mind being dejected and rejected, but I'm not going to be ashamed about it. At least pain is real. I mean, you look around and you see nothing is real, but at least the pain is real.
Nora: I'm the "Eat me, beat me" lady.
Mark Hunter: I've got something to show you.
Nora: Is it bigger than a baby's arm?
Answer: The first time I watched the movie, I kept thinking that Mark's parents were going to hear him and catch "Harry" in the act. When the girl was with Mark, Mark's parents pounded on the outside door; when Mark opened the door, his parents said they thought they heard him talking to someone. So, from outside the garage door, someone might be able to hear muffled voices but not the actual words. Why his parents cannot hear him in the basement when they are indoors lies in the props/scenery plus some inference. The numerous objects in the room (tapes, CDs, albums, guitar, drums, bongo drums, recording instruments, amps, etc.) indicate that Mark is into music - loud music - and electronics. He apparently was given garage/utility storage space to turn into essentially a studio for himself and a place to play his drums and music without disturbing his parents. The space has been sound-proofed - thick concrete walls, insulation, and cloth wall hangings to deaden the sound.
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