Ya got a little blood on your nip nip there. Rinse that off.


Piper: She's a weird girl.
Poussey: Yeah "you gonna die" is really vague. Like totally open for interpretation.

They all work in kitchens don't they. They all pop out of the truck of a car and learn to fry an egg. God bless America.


Yes. You have made a decision. So here's what it means going forward. You may not come running to me again. Not with your problems. Not with your love. Not with your need, or sadness or love. Not even your laundry unless it is specifically your laundry day. You may never come to me again. Ever.


You know what I have to do? Hm? Hm? She disrespected me. Now, I'm gonna have to kill her.


You want me to be angry? Well guess what I'm really f*cking angry because I love you Alex. I love you and I f*cking hate you.


Piper: I'm not mean. I didn't mean to be mean to you.
Crazy Eyes: You gotta start from the inside out or else you'll step on the clean.

I used to think you were a yellow dandelion, but you are all dried up with the puff blown off. But that's all right. You are who you are like I am who I am.

Crazy Eyes

Piper: I am so so so sorry. I had no idea he was going to say those things.
Miss Claudette: Is that what you think of me?

Piper: Why do you always feel so inevitable to me?
Alex: I heart you.

OK. Here's some advice. When a girl makes you come the way that I do, you pretend that you're excited to see her.


Black Cindy: Yo, what's your sign.
Poussey: Yo. My sign is get your ass up and help me with this shit.