30 Best Rue Bennett Quotes

Rue: [voice-over] Seriously, Sharon Stone in "Casino" was like, Maddy's spirit animal. She also watched a lot of porn. Not because it turned her on or anything, it didn't, but if you analyzed it really closely, there were a ton of really good secrets. Sometimes during sex, she would imagine she was a ventriloquist controlling her body, moving her hips and arching her back in just the right way. She wanted Nate to feel good about the way he fucked because if you make a guy feel confident and powerful, well, they'll do anything.

Rue: Now, if it was a normal day, Maddy would have just taken off her hoodie, but since Nate choked her... Maddy woke up three hours early, applied more concealer than a burn victim and tried her best to cover up. To compound the problem, she also suffered from a drop in serotonin from the Molly she took at the carnival, got depressed and therefore hadn't had anything to eat or drink the entire weekend. Plus, she actually was on her period.

Rue: Hey.
Gia: Hey.
Rue: Whatcha doin'?
Gia: Watching "My So-Called Life."
Rue: Fuckin' Jordan Catalano.
Gia: I know, right?
Rue: Right. Please promise me you will never fall for a Jordan Catalano.
Gia: But he's so cute.

Rue: Two months ago, I woke up from a coma. I didn't know what happened, but from the looks of my mother and little sister's faces, I knew that whatever it was, whatever I did, it wasn't good. It scared them. It really scared them. And at that moment, I decided to at least try and change. 'Cause I owe it to them. I owe it to everyone I love, and everyone who loves me. The hardest part, has been feeling like I owe it to myself and maybe that'll get easier. I hope it will. Thank you.

Laurie: You wanna know a funny thing about me? I don't think I've ever gotten angry in my entire life.
Rue: Really?
Laurie: Well, I don't know if that's true. Is that true?
[ponders for a second]
Laurie: Yeah, no. That's true. I've never gotten angry.

Rue: [to Nate] Why do I feel like you're the reason Fez's house got raided?
Nate: You know, sometimes, when you do illegal shit, bad things happen to you.
Rue: You've never done anything illegal, Nate?
Nate: You talking about your friend Jules?
Rue: No, actually, I'm talking about your dad.
Nate: I just want to make sure you've given it some forethought. I know over the years you've lost some brain cells. I wouldn't want you to say something you might regret.
Rue: What are you gonna do? You gonna ruin my life? I fucking promise you I can do that a lot better than you can.
Nate: What do you want, Rue?
Rue: I want you to leave Fez alone. I want you to leave Jules alone. If you ever fuck with them again, I'll destroy your life. I'll destroy your dad's life. I'll fucking burn your whole shit to the ground 'cause I personally have no problem walking into any police station and telling them that Nate Jacobs's daddy likes to fuck little kids.
Nate: You look very pretty tonight. Are you sure that Jules told you everything? You know what I like about her? She has these very real dreams and I seriously think that she's going to achieve them. If you look at everyone inside, most of them are going to go on to lives these lives that aren't even fucking worth mentioning. Not Jules. What about you?
Rue: Honestly, I don't really give a fuck.
Nate: Yeah, I gathered that. That's probably why you're spending all your time with someone who's going to leave you and won't even remember who the fuck you are in 10 years.

Rue: [voice-over] When Nate Jacobs was 11 years old, he found his dad's porn collection. His dad, Cal, was obsessive. His mom always said that's who he got it from. Then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. It was an elaborate code, that no one fucked with his shit.

Rue: I'm Rue.
Jules: I'm Jules.

Rue: Fez, I've had a really fucked up day, all right? It's been a really fucked up day. So I need you to open the door for me, okay?
Fezco: I'm not gonna help you kill yourself, Rue. I'm sorry, but you can't be coming over here no more. Just go home.
Rue: Don't... Fez! Don't close the... fuck! Fez, open the fucking door, please? I'm begging you just to open the door. Fez! You're full of shit, man. You make your living off of selling drugs to teenagers. Now all of a sudden, you want to have a fucking moral high ground? You're a fucking dropout drug dealer. You know that? You're a fucking drug dealer with seven functioning fucking brain cells. Open the door! Fuck you! Fuck you, Fez. Okay? Are you doing this because you care about me? If you gave a shit about me, you wouldn't have sold me the fucking drugs in the first place, but you did! You fucking did! So open the goddamned door! Open the door!
Fezco: I can't do it, Rue. I'm sorry.
Rue: Open the door! Open the door! Open the door. You did this to me! You fucking... you did this to me, Fez. You fucking ruined my life! The least you could do is open the goddamned door and fix it! I'm fucking serious. I'm so fucking serious. If you don't open this door right now, I swear to God, I will hate you till the day I fucking die.
Fezco: I'm sorry.
Rue: You fucking did this to me! Open the fucking door... open the door, Fez! Come on, man! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Rue: [voice-over] People are always telling me about great TV shows. How I just have to watch this show, but the truth is, I don't want good TV. I don't want a novel, or some slow burn, or anything that feels like work. That's why I love reality TV. It's funny, it's dramatic and I can focus on it. It's pure, effortless entertainment.

Rue: [voice-over] An adult bladder can hold two cups of urine, but if you're telling your bladder to hold off because, say, you're in the worst depression of your fucking life, your bladder will eventually fill. And what begins to happen is... all of the toxins that your kidneys have pushed into your bladder begin to travel back into your kidneys. I know what you're thinking. Rue, this is insane. Don't get a kidney infection. Walk to the bathroom. Trust me, I'm thinking the same fucking thing.

Rick: [to Rue] So... your mom tells me that you have a new, uh, "best friend."
Rue: What is that supposed to mean?
Rick: That, you know. You got a new best friend.
Rue: You know what, Rick? Why don't you go fuck yourself?
Leslie: How dare you speak to someone like that?
Rue: Who? Rick.
Leslie: Don't be a smart-ass.
Rick: Did I offend you?
Leslie: Apologize right now.
Rue: [voice-over] In retrospect, I was a little cunt-y, but Rick does suck and I was angry. For a lot of reasons.
Rue: Rick, I sincerely apologize for telling you to go fuck yourself. What I really meant to say is that my mom can do better and I hate seeing you sit in the chair my dad sat at.

Rue: [voice-over] Up until that moment, Kat had a relatively good life. I mean, life wasn't amazing, but it's not like she fantasized about killing herself. It was good enough. She was popular enough, smart enough. The only thing that was, like, actually amazing was Daniel. Daniel was like a dream, like, gorgeous, like, really nice. Like, the kind of boy that would text her every night before bed and say...
[Daniel texts Kat, "Sweet dreams."]
Rue: And the kind of boy that would meet her outside of school every morning just to make sure he could hold her hand as they walked down the hall. She could never figure out why Daniel chose her, what Daniel actually liked or loved about her. She just knew it felt really good. Whatever. It didn't matter. It's better not to jinx these things.

Ali: I've always accepted you for who you are: the good, the bad, and the ugly. Don't tell me to shut the fuck up, I'm not some parent you can just treat like shit.
Rue: Yeah, well, good thing nobody's really lookin' to you to be a fuckin' parent.
Ali: Yo! Excuse me?
[uncomfortable pause]
Ali: Excuse me?
[scoffs]
Ali: When I sit across from you and tell you somethin' about my life, you don't get to use that shit against me. You cross that line again, we're done. You talk back right now, we're done. One more fuckin' disrespectful word outta your mouth and we're done, you hear me?
[yelling]
Ali: Hey! You hear me?
Rue: Or what, Ali? You gonna hit me?

Rue: There's nothing I'm really passionate about. You know, like, I'm not dying to say or do anything, really. And every time I admit that to people, they're like, "Oh, my gosh, that's so sad." But I think that's the case for most people. You know? Like, when I look at my mom or like, the kids at my school like, their profiles or their posts and their Tumblr rants, you realize they're all just fucked up, too and lost. They just have a reason to mask it whether it be, like, their, their families or their boyfriends or their hashtag activism. And they're just reaching for something to make it all seem meaningful.

Kat: I guarantee you Maddy and Nate are gonna get married. And probably, like, get divorced three times, and in some strange way live a pretty happy life.
Lexi: Yeah.
Cassie: Yeah.
Rue: Yeah.

Laurie: You know, a doctor once told me they did brain studies on people who've done a lot of opiates, and that over time all the chemicals in your brain that make you happy and feel good start to decrease because your body's getting it artificially. But the longer you use, it just starts to weaken and wither, kinda like a limb that's not getting blood to it anymore. And then it just sort of falls off, and you get something called cell death where you just have these big dead spots in the parts of your brain that used to make you happy. No matter what you do you can never get it back. He said it's basically the same brain as people who've had major strokes. But the silver lining is that the things that don't feel good don't feel as bad anymore. You know, if I was going through withdrawal, I would do anything. It's one of the good parts of being a woman: even if you don't have money, you've still got something people want.
Rue: I think I'm gonna be sick.

Rue: [voice-over] I love hospitals. If I could spend the rest of my life in a hospital, I would because when you're in a hospital, you have zero responsibilities. They make sure you eat, sleep, stay hydrated and if anything bad happens, there's always a doctor nearby. It's also the best place to be in the event of a mass shooting, unless the gunman kills all the surgeons. The point is, I had zero anxiety. Then at nighttime, when everyone's asleep, I close my eyes and imagine all the little beeps to be the sounds of birds and the lukewarm air blowing through the vent to be a warm breeze. Your hospital bed can sort of feel like a poolside chair on a hot summer night in the Caribbean. Plus, Jules came to visit.

Rue: Now as a beloved character that a lot of people are rooting for, I feel a certain responsibility to make good decisions.
[Side-eye into camera]
Rue: But I relapsed. In all fairness, I did say in the beginning I had no intentions of staying clean. But I get it. Our country's dark. And fucked up. And people... just want to find hope.
Ethan: Somewhere.
Rue: Anywhere. And if not in reality, then in television. Unfortunately, I'm not it.
[Swigs cough medicine from the bottle]

Rue: [voice-over about Nate] He loved the crowds, the cheers, the feeling of winning, but he hated being in the locker room. He hated how casual how his teammates were about being naked, how they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out. He made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges. Every now and then, he'd forget and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis.

Rue: You wish I was different? So do I! You fucking hate me? So do I!

Rue: You are so fucking stupid, Lexi.
Lexi: Why?
Rue: 'Cause I already flushed everything down the fucking toilet.
Lexi: Well, I just came to check on you.
Rue: I don't want... I don't want you to fucking check on me, whether I'm fine or I'm not fine. What difference are you going to make? Are-are you going to give me a life advice? You gonna fucking help me?
Lexi: Well, you're one of my best friends.
Rue: Give me a fucking break. 'Cause we went to fucking pre-school together? That does not make us best fucking friends.
Lexi: You say all this, but what happens in three days when you knock on my door asking me to piss in some Tylenol bottle? What, you're gonna say the opposite? How we've known each other since pre-school and we're best friends? It's like you have a split personality disorder. Sorry if I miss the old you.

[first lines]
Rue: Fezco's grandma was a motherfucking G.

Rue: [voice-over] I want to lay down one moment and then look around the next and realize I have watched 22 straight hours of "Love Island" over a two-day period and yearn for more. Some people may find that depressing. I don't. It is, however, a good way to measure depression because when reality TV begins to feel like work, like, final season of "Mad Men" work, you know you're depressed. Like, haven't got out of bed to pee in 24 hours depressed.

Rue: You are fucking dead to me.
Jules: You don't mean that.
Rue: I fucking mean every fucking word. You're dead to me, Jules.
Jules: I don't believe you.
Rue: You and me? We're fuckin' done. There is nothing fucking there any more. Nothing... fucking... there. You know, I got a lot of regrets in my life. But gotta tell you, Jules, meeting you? Has got to be at the top of my fucking list.

Elliot: What's a bigger feeling than love?
Rue: Loss.

Rue: [voice-over] Real love is when you can't exist without someone, when you'd rather die than be apart and the whole world goes dark, and nothing else matters but the person standing in front of you.

Rue: I can't get clean, I can't do that shit forever.
Cassie: You don't have to. Just take it one day at a time.
[looks around the room for approval and is mostly met with awkward nods]
Suze: [whipsers] Yeah.
Rue: Hey, Cass?
Cassie: Yeah?
Rue: I have a quick question for you.
Cassie: What?
Rue: How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?

Rue: [voice-over about Nate] He made a long mental checklist of the things he liked and disliked about women. He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hated sneakers and dress shoes, but was fine with sandals as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure. He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys, but there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more than body hair.

Rue: Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.