Buzz:
I don't date dancers. It's very simple, I've made it a rule: Dancers don't want to date me, so... fuck 'em!
Arthur:
I see you've had an accident. Back in Catholic Boys' School we used to call them "Nocturnal Emissions." It always made me think of Chopin; Nocturnal Emissions in G Minor.
Buzz:
Just once I'd like to see a "West Side Story" where everybody gets it; the Jets and the Sharks, and Officer Krupke; or a "Sound of Music" where the entire Von Trapp family dies in a horrible alpine avalanche; or "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum" where nothing happens, and it's not funny.
James:
I must say, for a young country you've turned out almost as many pooftahs in 2 centuries as we have in
Perry:
One thing you are NOT is a big queen.
Arthur:
You're right, I'm butch; I can catch a ball, I genuinely like both my parents, and I hate opera. I don't know why I bother being gay.
[Driving into the weekend]
Perry Sellars:
Cunt! Cunt! Fuck you in your ultimate driving machine!
Buzz Hauser:
I am sick to death of straight people. Tell the truth, aren't you? There's just too goddamn many of them. I was in a bank the other day; they were everywhere - writing checks, making deposits. Two of them were applying for a mortgage. It's disgusting! They're taking over. No one wants to talk about it, but it's true.
Bobby Brahms:
So, is he attractive?
Arthur Pape:
I'm not supposed to notice these things, but I believe the word is "hot."
John Jeckyll:
[to his twin brother, James] There are so many things I've never said to you. Things we've never spoken about. I don't want to wait until it's too late to say them... I resent you. I resent everything about you. You had Mom and Dad's unconditional love, now you have the world's. How could I not envy that? I wish I could say it was because you're so much better looking than me. No, the real pain is that it's something so much harder to bear. You got the good soul; I got the bad one. Think about leaving me yours... So, what's your secret? The secret to unconditional love, I'm not going to let you die with it.
Arthur:
What room are you in?
Buzz:
The little horror under the eaves. I call it "The Patty Hearst Memorial Closet"
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