Netflix’s Ginny & Georgia season 2 drops on the streaming service on Thursday, January 5th. I will have a review of the new season coming soon, so make sure to stop back by to check it out. It will be linked below. In the meantime, I wanted to share some of the best quotes from the series. Check out these 170+ of the best and most shocking Ginny & Georgia season 2 quotes.
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Ginny & Georgia Season 2 Quotes
Growing up, it was the two of us against the world. That beautiful face. Everyone always noticed her.
And she would smile, and I knew she only belonged to me, like we had a secret.
As a kid, I used to think she was kind of magic.
Danger used to come with warning signs.
This is Friyay, we fry everything all day.
Why doesn’t mom care we ran away?
How would you look if your husband was dying?
Tell me you have a white momma without telling me you have a white momma.
Let’s go meet your rich parents.
Drinking is what Thanksgiving’s all about.
This is the kind of woman you have fun with, this isn’t the kind of woman you marry.
Family is supposed to be together on Thanksgiving.
She misses controlling us; she doesn’t miss us.
That’s what families do on holidays—pretend to like each other.
She farts, and like eight guys fall in love with her.
You haven’t lived until you deep fry a Twinkie.
I’m the one that sacrificed everything. You can judge me all you want, but I was there.
A puzzle piece that was missing suddenly slides into place. And I see it. I see her. Who she really is.
This is who she’s always been.
She looks the same because she is the same. It’s me that’s changed. Now it’s my face that I don’t recognize.
My whole family is broken. I’m broken.
You make sense to me. I’m not letting go of that.
Do you ever wonder why spiders don’t get caught in their own webs?
Ginny, life is a game. And if you’re not playing, chances are you’re the one getting played.
If life is a game, it’s always been Georgia’s rules.
Georgia treats people like little game pieces and moves us all around.
Turns out I was a pawn too.
In my next life, I want ugly parents.
Hey there. Hi there. Ho there.
You want food? Get a job.
I came over here so that I wouldn’t hurt myself.
At some point, you get tired of being played with.
I’m tired of having no control of my life, of being kept in the dark, treated like a pawn.
Checkmate, mom.
It’s a funny thing to realize your entire life has been a lie.
The only thing you can trust in this world is that you can’t trust anyone.
Trust is a funny thing. It is so easily abused. And betrayal leaves a metallic taste.
It’s getting hard to pretend something’s not going on with you.
How high do I have to be to never think anything ever again?
Is that code for finally making black friends?
Christmas feels like Halloween. I’m haunted.
I don’t think you’re evil.
I don’t want to be like her. I don’t want to be a force.
Don’t ask questions that you don’t want the answers to.
I’m not proud how I got us here, but I’m proud I got us here.
I kept you safe ’cause that hand doesn’t stop at the thigh, and I spent my whole childhood wishing my mom would stop that hand.
You have to live for the future, ’cause the past will eat you.
You and Austin you’re my future. You’re what I live for.
Trust is a tricky thing because trust goes both ways. We’re in this together now.
What are you playing at, little girl?
It’s a funny thing to realize your entire life has been a lie.
Ginny, the only thing you can trust in this world is that you can’t trust anyone. Except me. I’m always gonna be here for you.
Trust is a funny a funny thing. It is so easily abused. And betrayal, it leaves a metallic taste.
I’m not scared of you.
It’s getting hard to pretend something’s not going on with you.
Dear Diary, today I wanna burn. When, oh when, will I ever learn?
We should start a girl band called: Daddy Issues.
I was smoking weed and skipping school; is that what you want to hear?
I don’t want to be like her. I don’t want to be a force.
Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.
I’m not proud how I got us here, but I’m proud I got us here.
I never said I was a good person.
I took all the darkness and I ate it, I became it, like friggin’ Bane.
I kept you safe, because that hand doesn’t stop at the thigh and I spent my whole childhood wishing my mom would stop that hand.
I got a lot of demons. A lot of nightmares in my part and I had a choice. I could live in the past, drown in it, feel it every day, be there. But you have to live for the future, because the past’ll eat you.
Everything I do is for you and your brother. You don’t trust me? Trust that.
Trust is a tricky thing, because trust goes both ways. We’re in this together now.
My mom isn’t a normal mom. I know that. She operates differently.
Ginny, the rules weren’t made to help people like us. So why follow them?
We’ve never been the normal picket fence, dinner at 7:00 family.
Everything she’s done, she’s done for me. I can get past this. We can be okay.
When the time comes, if you really love her, don’t hold her back. Promise me.
Are you asking me how to give a blow job? After you just yelled at me for not being a fit mother?
No more secrets, peach. This is the only way this works, okay?
Who does he think he is, Christian Slater in Heathers?
I need to knock. I know that now.
I’m getting married, and you’re my best friend. Will you be my maid of honor?
How much of who you are and what you’re capable of is predetermined?
Did I disrupt the equilibrium of the universe by suggesting that something not be centered around you?
Look who dyed her hair and grew a backbone!
Sometimes I feel like what I’m going through and who I am is just completely invisible to you.
Do you ever feel all this pressure to just fit in everywhere and act perfect all the time?
If I learned anything from my mom, it’s don’t trust anyone, even her, especially her. And all men, don’t trust a man.
I’m damaged. I’m scared I’m going to screw this up. I don’t want to screw this up.
I want so badly to be normal. But I look around, and I feel like there’s a wall separating me from everybody else.
I understand why my mom did it. She felt she had to. She did it for me.
There’s blood on my hands. Me and her against the world. Guilty.
I’m not okay.
She’s my mom. I love her, and now I feel I have to protect her.
I feel like I’m drowning, and no one can hear me scream. I finally understand why Georgia’s always running.
I don’t know how she does it. Act like everything’s normal. I can’t help feeling like it’s all wrong.
Let’s not talk about my brother’s peen.
There will be no ash in this temple.
I was going to tell you I have a daughter. After you fell in love with me and it wouldn’t matter.
You can’t just go around and do whatever you want all the time.
Am I too old to hide under the bed? I’m stuck in the storm but the storm’s in my head.
All I see is lightning. All I hear is thunder. Just one boom coming one after the other.
I once was blind but now I see. The blindfolds folds have unfolded from me.
But try as I might to close my eyes and shut them tight and go back to black. To not knowing. To trust. Because now that I know, I know what I must do for you. What you made me be. And I’d give anything to wash it away.
Scrub and scrub that d*mn spot out but you can’t wash off a tattoo. But now you see, I’m culpable too.
I gnash and gnarl and gnaw until I’m raw. my vocal cords vibrating with vicious and vital truths. That I need to speak. That you need to hear.
My tongue undulating with the undue burden of silence. But the sound chokes back into my throat. A hard swollen lump I swallow down.
They say mother knows best. but what if there are things mother doesn’t know? Like if she can braid your hair. But still stans Scarlett O’Hara.
You always say I am your reflection. But I can’t hide behind your smile. And from where I’m standing, we’re on opposite sides of mirrored glass.
Me and you against the world? But the world is out to get me in ways you can never know or feel. So, how can you know it’s real?
I am sick of suffering in silence. Today, I will stomp and scream and shout. Until every word inside of me is out.
Just by knowing, by seeing, that was my agreeing. My hands wet, once clean. Dirty with sins I don’t mean. Words I didn’t say, dragons I didn’t slay.
I inherit that sin. And I become the monster that I was born from.
I can’t believe someone like you came from someone like me.
I wish my mom could understand. I don’t know how she does it. Keep everything bad tightly locked away. She’s a force. She keeps moving. Nothing could ever break her.
I’ve always loved Christmas. Hot chocolate packets in your stockings, Christmas movie marathons, candles….
No matter how poor we were, my mom always made Christmas good.
I call it glitter magic. Add a little sparkle to anything, and no one will see the ugly underneath.
We can use some glitter magic.
I like reducing a man to tears. I like the power.
I feel like a fraud 99% of the time, I do not need your help.
Hi, good to meet you. You’re pretty.
Am I sure? I just asked out loud, so I must be.
I know there’s a lot more to your past, Georgia Miller. I’m going to find it.
The world sucks, but you are my favorite person.
I love you, Virginia. Today, tomorrow, forever.
I’m just going to grab some more wine or my GED. I’ll be right back.
When Daddy shows up in town, we tell Mommy.
Do you want him to leave now?
You give all that pain to me. I can handle it.
Virginia, life’s not fair. It’s hard, so you gotta be hard right back.
Never let ’em see you cry. Strong face, strong front.
What they don’t know, they can’t use against you.
My mom has had to be hard; she hasn’t had the luxury of being soft. She sees vulnerability as a weakness.
I can tell a little darkness wouldn’t scare you, Georgia Miller.
Being pretty comes in handy. People aren’t afraid to tell you their secrets.
I think your vulnerability just might be your superpower.
Some feelings are like old, familiar friends. Depression is like that for me.
When the episode starts, it can be slow at first. An intrusive thought: “I don’t want to be here,” but then it’s gone.
You bat it away like a fly or a bad smell. When it hits you fully though, when you’re really in it, it’s everything. It’s who you are, you’re nothing else.
On the outside, you look the same; smiling and pretending is so much work, but inside, it’s a different story. You start to hate yourself. You’re so alone, so unbelievably alone.
And you can be with someone you love, but you’re not really with them.
We think we know what’s going on with other people, but we don’t.
Everyone’s fighting a battle you can’t see. We all have blind spots.
And you know it’s you. You know there is something wrong with you, and it’s exhausting. So g-dd*mn sh*tty and exhausting, and it’s helpless.
It’s a void, and existing takes so much energy, you wanna sink into a hole of nothing where no one talks to you and you don’t have to smile or talk or be.
I’ve been here before, gotten out of it before, but the getting out part becomes the room that you remember but aren’t in. And that’s what’s scary.
Who doesn’t love Costco? When I die, I want you to scatter my ashes there.
He’s got the Sunday scaries.
I’m not great at letting things go.
Yeah, I hurt everyone.
You’re emotionally fearless and honest. If you’re mad, we know. If you like someone, they know. That’s who you are. That’s your best and worst feature; don’t let Sophie change you.
No one person should be responsible for your happiness, that’s not fair.
I don’t want to leave. I just don’t want to hold you back.
I’m your Ginny.
I don’t want to keep hurting you.
You said that I make sense to you.
I hate promises because anyone who has ever made a promise to me has broken it because they are liars.
You’re supposed to be the one who doesn’t lie to me.
I don’t have room for anyone else’s pain right now.
Being back in the room where depression lives, it’s a sharp pain and an overwhelming numbness.
I love her. Even in the room, I love her. But being loved takes work too. I don’t have it in me to be loved right now.
My mom always taught us to stay on guard. Stay one step ahead.
The tables can turn faster than you can blink, so if you’ve got anything worth keeping, you hold on to it, because believe you me, they’ll try and take it from you.
Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed.
There’s nothing more dangerous than a beautiful girl.
You are getting as stale as day-old bread.
I don’t want you guys seeing that ugliness ever, but that ugliness exists, and I can’t always shield you from it.
I’m always going to protect you, mom.
I survived this long by staying one step ahead.
I thought this time was different. I thought I’d finally found a safe place.
There’s a voice in your gut, and it’s always worth listening to. It might not make any sense, but no matter what, listen to the voice, always.
People change one of two ways. Over time, with life chipping away at ya, or all at once because something big forces the change upon you. Loss can do it, pain, trauma, love… Big things.
I’ve had to change a lot. I’ve gotten good at it.
I don’t want to be this good at traumatic. I don’t want my kids to know what that feels like.
I’ll make your life hell.
I just feel discarded.
Don’t remind me that you’re you, okay?
Boys are very pointless.
You always do this. You cut and run when things get hard.
I don’t belong here, okay? I’m a fraud. I’m a con artist. I’m a phony. I’m a damaged, unlovable, trailer-park teen mom murderer.
I do not trust happiness. There’s a difference.
You are literally the knight in shining armor that I’ve been dreaming about since I was a little girl.
I want you to know I’m here for you, for all your ugly. I don’t care; I’m here.
I am not here to save you. You do that yourself.
Some people go through their whole lives not knowing what it feels like to be unwaveringly, unconditionally loved. I’m lucky. I know what that feels like. So does my brother; we know it from my mom.
Her love for us is what moves her through the world. It’s moved mountains. It’s kept us safe. It’s protected us.
We may not have had a traditional childhood, but my mom’s love was our white picket fence, our safety net. She’s a force.
My mom would do anything for us. And Paul, she loves you.
To have the love of Georgia Miller? There’s nothing in this world more powerful.
My beautiful daughter she’s growing up; she’s the best of me, better than I’ll ever be. And that’s okay; that’s good. She deserves it all. She makes me believe I’m worth something.
Seeing her strength, her heart. She thinks I’m the strong one, but she has no idea how delicate it all is.
Happily ever after. Nothing scares me like being happy.
Once you’re happy, you have so much more to lose.