Easy A

2010 film by Will Gluck

Easy A is 2010 American romantic comedy film about a clean-cut high school student who relies on the school's rumor mill to advance her social and financial standing.

Directed by Will Gluck. Written by Bert V. Royal.
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Olive Penderghast

  • [voiceover] The rumors of my promiscuity have been greatly exaggerated. I used to be anonymous, invisible to the opposite sex. If Google Earth were a guy, he couldn't find me if I was dressed up as a 10-story building. Pretty cutting edge stuff, huh? A high school girl feeling anonymous. Who am I? What does it all mean? Why am I here? Blah! But don't worry. This isn't one of those tales, though it sure started out that way. And then it changed pretty quickly when I started lying about some very personal things. So, let the record show that I, Olive Penderghast, being of sound mind and below average breast-size, swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth... starting now.
  • [to Marianne] We've had nine classes together since Kindergarten...ten if you count Religion of Other Cultures, which you didn't because you called it science fiction and refused to go.
  • [to Brandon as she removes her panties] Relax. Jesus. What is with you gays? Are you really that repulsed by lady parts? What do you think I have down there? A gnome?
  • That's the one thing that trumps religion...capitalism.
  • Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.
  • [On webcam] And here you all are. Waiting for me outside the bedroom door for me to kiss Todd. Listening to me pretend to have sex with Brandon. Paying me to lie for you, and calling me every name in the book. And you know what? It was just like Hester in The Scarlet Letter. Except that's the one thing movies don't tell you: how shitty it feels to be an outcast. Warranted or not.
  • [on webcam, about Todd] I might even lose my virginity to him. I don't know when it will happen. You know, maybe in five minutes, or tonight, or six months from now, or maybe on the night of our wedding. But the really amazing thing is, it is nobody's goddamn business.


  • [to Olive] You've made your bed...I just hope for your sake, you've cleaned the sheets.
  • Jesus tells us to love everyone, even the whores and the homosexuals. But it's so hard, it's so hard because they keep doing it, over and over again.


  • Principal Gibbons: This is public school. If I can keep the girls off the pole and the boys off the pipe, I get a bonus.
  • Mrs. Griffith: I'm the guidance counselor. I should know all the students, especially the ones that dress like prostitutes.


Rhiannon: I want every detail!
Olive: Rhi-
Rhiannon: Now bitch!
Olive: You know, you call me "bitch" a lot. Okay, it's not a term of endearment.
Rhiannon: I want every detail! Now shitface!
Olive: Yeah, you're not heading in the right direction.

Rhiannon: You're being pretty cavalier about this. Aren't you supposed to be eternally in love with him and shit?
Olive: Yes... I believe so, if I was the Gossip Girl in Sweet Valley of the Traveling Pants. But since I'm not... [shrugs]

Marianne: There's a higher power that will judge you for your indecency.
Olive: Tom Cruise?

Brandon: I'm looking for an Olive.
Rosemary: There's a whole jar of them in the fridge.
Brandon: I thought this was...
Rosemary: Oh come on in. Any friend of Olive's is a friend of our daughters. [calling upstairs] Olive! Sweetie, there's a young man here to see you. He said something about asking for your hand in marriage!!
Olive: Oh happy day mama! Oh, I thought I was gonna have to spend my dowry on booze and pills to numb the loneliness!! A gentleman caller, hooray!!!

Rosemary: That boy from yesterday just dropped this off for you...
Olive: Well, put it in the pile of gifts from my other suitors.
Rosemary: He seems like a nice kid. He seemed a little incredibly gay...
Olive: Dyed in the wool homosexual, that boy is.
Rosemary: I just want you to know your father and I are totally supportive. We love you no matter what the sexual orientation of your opposite sex sex partner...
Olive: We are not dating, Mom.
Rosemary: ...and don't worry about not making us grandparents. Although we were kind of hoping you'd get "knocked up" so we'd have a second shot at raising kids, really do it right this time.
Olive: Bye now...
Rosemary: You know, I dated a homosexual once. For a long time, actually... a long time...
Olive: Dear God, dear Lord, tell me you didn't marry and have children with him!
Rosemary: [Giggles] No.
[Olive sarcastically imitates laughing]
Rosemary: No, no. Your father is as straight as they come. A little too straight, if you know what I mean, girlfriend.
Olive: I don't...

Nina: Perhaps you should embroider a red "A" on your wardrobe, you abominable tramp.
Olive: Perhaps you should get a wardrobe you abominable twat.

Dill: [as Olive is tearing up her clothes and making her new outfits] Is everything alright? It sounds like you're having sex in here...Which can't be true due to the fact that you have a homosexual boyfriend.
Olive: [angry] He's not my boyfriend!
Dill: Hey, no judgment. All God's children. It's fine. I was gay once...for a while. No big deal. We all do it. It's okay.
Olive: Dad, can you just shut the door, please?
Dill: You all right, buddy?
Olive: Yeah.
Dill: Give them hell.
[Olive smiles]

Brandon: So what's with your new look? It's very whore couture.
Olive: Oh, haven't you heard? I'm the new school slut.
Brandon: You know, I did hear something. I also heard he was twice your age.
Olive: Oh, no no no no. He was a freshman in college.
Brandon: I also heard he gave you crabs.
Olive: Ew! People suck!
Brandon: Tell me about it.

Marianne: [stapling papers] Looks like someone's on a downward spiral.
Olive: Looks like someone's practicing the mundane activity she'll be saddled with the rest of her pathetic life.

Olive: Does it ever bother you that your boyfriend is 22 years old and still in high school?
Marianne: Because, Olive, it's His choice!
Olive: Oh, really? His choice? He just wants to be repeating his senior year for, like, the fourth time 'cause he can't pass a single test?
Marianne: No, silly, [gestures up] His. His, with a capital H. If the Good Lord had wanted Micah to graduate, he would have given him the right answers.
Olive: [laughs] I'm sorry, but, I mean, really? You gotta be shittin' me, woman.

Todd: [referring to the student protesters] Screw all these people, Olive!
Olive: Haven't you heard? I already did.

Mr Griffith: I don't know what your generation's fascination is with documenting your every thought...but I can assure you, they're not all diamonds. "Roman is having an OK day, and bought a Coke Zero at the gas station. Raise the roof." Who gives a rat's ass?
Olive: He got a Coke Zero again? Oh that Roman, incorrigible.

Olive: Guys, I want you to know that if you hear around town that I have chlamydia, that is totally false.
Rosemary: Olive, do we need to have the talk again?
Olive: No. It's just a thing that's going around.
Dill: You know, nothing you're saying is making me feel any better.
Rosemary: Not to mention how you have been dressing these past few days. No judgment, but you kind of look like a stripper.
Olive: Mom!
Dill: A high-end stripper, for governors or athletes, but a stripper nonetheless.
Olive: Oh, my God. I'm just trying to mix it up a little. And I have no STDs, I promise you.
Dill: Oh, that's great. Daughter of the Year.

Olive: How do you know where I live?
Todd: We used to carpool.
Olive: Yeah, in 2nd grade. What, are you like a savant for people's addresses?
Todd: Just for people who I think are cool.
Olive: You think I'm cool?
Todd: I do. And I think you're pretty and smart.
Olive: Did you form this opinion prior to my little transformation?
Todd: Way prior.
Olive: Why didn't that rumor spread?
Todd: I like to keep my business to myself. Notoriety, for whatever reason, never seems to benefit the noted, only the "notees."
Olive: Where were you two weeks ago?
Todd: Olive. If I promise not to tell anyone, could I kiss you right now?
Olive: No.
Todd: Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.
Olive: Oh, no. I just mean, not like this. I don't wanna kiss you with mascara running down my face...and some horndog guy just having tried to stick his tongue down my throat. I've wanted to kiss you since 8th grade, but I want it to be perfect. And right now, my life is a mess. I need to get my business in order before I drag you into it.
Todd: What if I told you I wanna be dragged into it? I could help, maybe.
[Olive hugs him and gets out of the car]
Olive: Why now? Why are you all of a sudden into me now?
Todd: I don't know. I haven't overanalyzed it, like you're about to.

Mrs. Griffith: Olive, life is full of choices. I made a bad one. But then, so did you. But I see no other alternative than to just live with the guilt. My guilt stems from my indiscretion and yours for lying. We made our choices. Now, we just have to let it ride.
Olive: Or I could just tell everyone the truth and have you fired and put in jail.
Mrs. Griffith: Okay, first of all, he is of age, okay!? It's perfectly legal in the state of California. I checked! He is 21 in eight months. And secondly, let's play the "Who Would You Believe game," okay? Why don't you ask yourself, if you were an adult, who would you believe? Who would you believe!? Who would you believe!? Who would you believe!? Who!?! ...Thank you for coming in.

Rosemary: I had a similar situation when I was your age. I had a horrible reputation.
Olive: Why?
Rosemary: Because I was a slut. I slept with a whole bunch of people. A slew, a heap, a peck. Mostly guys.
Olive: Mom!
Olive: Can you not see that I'm a mess?
Rosemary: No, you're not, Olive. You're wonderful. And you'll handle this the same way I did. With an incontrovertible sense of humor. But you're much smarter than I am, so you'll come out of this much better than I did.
Olive: Thank you, Mom.


  • Let's not and say we did.
  • The rumor-filled totally FALSE account of HOW I RUINED my flawless reputation.
  • A Comedy about a Good Girl, a Small Favor and a Big Rumor.


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