"Mark [eulogizing at Angel's funeral]: Then there was the time he walked up to this group of tourists and they were petrified because A) They were obviously lost, and B) Had probably never spoken to a drag queen before in their lives... and he... -she just offered to escort them out of Alphabet City, and then she let them take a picture with her and then she said she'd help them find the Circle Line."

"Mimi [after a near-death experience]: I jumped over the moon! A leap of- MOOOOOO!"

"Mark: "Has she ever pouted her lips and called you pookie?" Joanne: "Never!" ...[phone rings, Joanne picks up] Joanne: "Pookie?" [whispers] "You've never called me Pookie..""

"Collins: I think you should know that you just paid for the funeral of the person that killed your dog. Benny: I always hated that dog."

"Collins: Bond, James Bond. Angel: And Pussy Galore, in person! Mimi: Pussy, you came prepared! Angel: I was a Boy Scout once... and a Brownie. Until some brat got scared! Collins: Aha, Moneypenny- my martini! Mimi: Will bad champagne do? Collins: Mmhmm Roger: That's shaken, not stirred! Collins: Pussy, the bolts. Angel: Just say the word. Mimi: 2 minutes left to execute our plan. Collins: Where's everyone else? Roger: Playing Spiderman! Mark: Ironic close-up tight on the phone machine's red light. Once the Boho boys are gone, the power mysteriously turns on."

"Angel: Have compassion. Benny just lost his cat. Benny: My dog, but I appreciate that. Angel: My cat had a fall and I went through hell. Benny: Like losing a — How did you know she fell? Collins: Champagne? Benny: Don't mind if I do. To dogs! All but Benny: No Benny, to you!"

"Roger: You pretend to create and observe when you really detach from feeling alive. Mark: Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive. Roger: Poor baby."

"Collins:I like boys!"

"(Collins) Chestnuts roasting- (Mark and Roger) Collins! (Collins) I'm downstairs. (Mark) Hey! (Collins) Roger picked up the phone? (Mark) No it's me. (Collins) Throw down the keys. (Mark) A wild night is now preordained. (Collins) I may be detained."

"(Mark) The phone rings! (Roger) Yes! (Mark) We screen..."

"(Roger) I'm writing one last song-"

"(Mark) Tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger."

"(Mark) The phone rings. (Roger) Saved! (Mark) We screen, zoom in on the answering machine."

"(Roger) I'm writing one great song before I"

"(Mark) Not at all. Are you ready? Hold that focus steady, tell the folks at home what you're doing, Roger."

"(Roger) You talking to me?"

"(Mark) He's just coming back from half a year of withdrawal."

"(Mark) So we hear."

"(Roger) This won't tune!"

"(Mark) December 24th, 9:00PM, eastern standard time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit. First shot Roger, tuning the Fender guitar he hasn't played in a year."

"So be wise, cause this girl satisfies. You got a prize that don't compromise — you're one lucky baby."

"Kiss pookie."

"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!"

"'Cause every night who's in your bed?"

"No way, can I be what I'm not. But, hey, don't you want your girl hot?"

"A tiger in a cage can never see the sun. This diva needs her stage, baby, let's have fun!"

"Take me for what I am, who I was meant to be and if you give a damn, take me baby or leave me."

"(Mark) Maureen! Stop! This is NOT my bar mitzvah!"

"(Collins) You're drunk!"

"Where's everyone else? Playing Spiderman."

"Aha. Money penny. My martini. Will bad champagne do? Uh. That's shaken. Not stirred."

"Bond. James Bond. And Pussy Galore. In person. Pussy! You came prepared."

"Last week, I wanted just to disappear. My life was dust. But now it just may be. A happy new year."

"Rope! You can hoist a line. To the fire escape. And tie off that... that bench. I can't take them as chums. Start hoisting, wench."

"I think I should be laughing. Yet I forget. Forget how to begin. I'm feeling something inside. And yet I still I can't decide if I should hide or make a wide open grin."

"I was a Boy Scout once and a Brownie, until some brat got scared."

"Friendship is thicker than blood."

"I couldn't crack the love code, dear, 'till you made the lock of my heart explode- it's gonna be a happy new year."

"Viva la vie boheme!"

"Anyone out of the mainstream; is anyone in the mainstream? Anyone alive with a sex drive! Tear down the wall; aren't we all? The opposite of war isn't peace — it's creation."

"To faggots, lezzies, dykes, cross dressers, too. To me, to me, to you and you and you, you, and you. To people living with, living with, living with, NOT DYING from disease!"

"TO DANCE! No way to make a living, masochism, pain, perfection, muscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers, eating disorders! FILM! Adventure, tedium, no family, boring locations, dark rooms, perfect faces, egos, money, Hollywood, and sleaze! MUSIC! Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation, rhythm, feeling, power, harmony, and heavy competition! ANARCHY! Revolution, justice screaming for solutions, voicing changes, risk and danger, making noise and making pleas!"

"Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Peewee Herman, German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana, to apathy to entropy to empathy, ecstacy, Vaclàv Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC, to no shame never playin' the fame game...to marijuana! To sodomy, it's between God and me, to S&M. La Vie Boheme."

"Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn La Vie Bohème!"

"Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em!"

"Emotion, devotion to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation... Mucho Masterbation."

"To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese. To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros, and Maya Angelou!"

"To riding your bikes miday past the three piece suits. To fruits to no absolutes to absolutes to choice to The Village Voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once. Instead of on them! La Vie Boheme!"

"To days of inspiration, playing hooky, making something out of nothing, the need to express, to communicate. To going against the grain, going insane, going mad!"