Gia Carangi: Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.

Francesco: This is life, not heaven. You don't have to be perfect..

Gia Carangi: I'm in charge, and I'm leavin'!

Gia Carangi: Are you nervous?
T.J.: Yeah.
Gia Carangi: Am I making you nervous?
T.J.: Yeah.
Gia Carangi: Well, good, that's the idea.

Gia Carangi: You scare the shit out of people so they can't see how scared you are.

Gia Carangi: You look so pretty.
Stephanie: Thank you.
Gia Carangi: I love you.
Stephanie: I know, you love everyone.

Gia Carangi: I do be da pittiest pittiest girl, I do be dat.

Gia Carangi: I could do this, I could be a fucking housewife.

Maurice: She hated to be photographed. You had to run after her and tie her down. And you had to get past all the junk in her hair. But she was special.

Gia Carangi: Look, this was a free trip to New York. If I had known you were looking for Marcia fucking Brady, I woulda stayed home.

Gia Carangi: Well somebody has to take care of me! I'm just a kid!
T.J.: Bullshit.

T.J.: Have you ever had sex with a man before?
Gia Carangi: Yeah, once.
T.J.: And?
Gia Carangi: And... I could have done that with a German Shepard.

Gia Carangi: Dear Book, this is another day in the life. A life is like a book, a book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside. So, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside out? Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a beautiful box and everybody loved her.

Gia Carangi: Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside, so, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside, out? Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty girl, who lived in a beautiful box, and everybody loved her.

Gia Carangi: Where's my knife? Who took my fucking knife? What do I look like, fucking terrorist?! Is this funny? What the fuck is WRONG with you people?! Where the fuck- get the fuck away from me! GET AWAY! WHERE IS MY KNIFE?! *crying* God, you can't... you can't do that! You don't take somebody's knife when they need it!

Gia Carangi: I have to go back to work! I know what you're going to say but I need the money because I cannot live like this. I cannot live like this. And I cannot live without you.

Gia Carangi: Where are you going?
Linda: You don't have any clothes on.
Gia Carangi: Don't change the subject.

Gia Carangi: you were the one, you were the only one - and you were amazing.

Linda: Behold, the florist.

Gia Carangi: I'd tell them that you don't have to be anybody. Because I'd know that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway.

Gia Carangi: I have an appointment to see Wilhelmina Cooper.
Receptionist: What's your name?
Gia Carangi: Gia Marie Carangi for 11 a.m.
Receptionist: G...., I'm sorry, what?
[takes out knife and carves her name into Receptionist's desk]
Gia Carangi: Here! G-I-A, Gia! Just fuck the rest. Tell Wilhelmina that Gia's here.

Linda: I have a boyfriend.
Gia Carangi: So?
Linda: So?!
Gia Carangi: Yeah, so?
Linda: So, I have to go.
Gia Carangi: "I have to go," "I have to go," where the fuck does everybody go when they have to go?!

Mike Mansfield: Your look is not spring. Your look is nuclear-fucking-winter.