Zachary Beaulieu 15 à 21 ans: I want to be like everyone else.
Madame Chose: Thank God, you never will.
Santiago Munez: The only one who can tell me I'm not good enough is you. And even then I may not agree with you.
Jim Davis: I'm a soldier of the apocalypse, man.
John Bell: You were always a sound sleeper.
Narrator: When you're a gay man, you have to feel good about yourself when a urologist says, 'Yeah. I pick you.'.
Lt. Colonel Mucci: General, this is the man who led the raid... Captain Prince.
General Kreuger: Congratulations, soldier. I'm very sorry for your losses, but I want to let you know you men have done a great service to your country.
Captain Prince: Thank you, sir.
Justin Cobb: The only way somebody like me could get her attention is by being her kid.
Evelyn Ryan: Let's go to bed. I'm tired of this day. I need a new one.
Coach Ken Carter: L came to coach basketball players, and you became students. L came to teach boys, and you became men.
Thorkel: The Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.
Beowulf: Oh, that's all we need, a god gone mad from lack of sleep.
Bettie Page: I'm not ashamed. Adam and Eve were naked in the Garden of Eden, weren't they? When they sinned, they put on clothes.
(text written on a cloth above the stage): If it wasn't this... it'd be something else.
Evelyn: It was you! You did it.
Rachel Keller: What did I do?
Evelyn: You let the dead get in.
Mike McCormick: Can you fish out of this boat.
Harry Volpi: Caught more fish than John the Baptist?
Mike McCormick: Who's John the Baptist?
Harry Volpi: Something tells me this kid spends a little too much time at the boat garage.
Isabelle Sorenson: You can kiss my self esteem butt, Donald Duck. Why tell your life story, and tell only the good parts?
Donald Morton: It's Donald Morton.
Isabelle Sorenson: You're missing my point.
Donald Morton: No I'm not! I just - never know what to say.
Marienne Hotchkiss: Dance is a very powerful drug Mr. Keane. If embraced judiciously, it can exorcise demons, access deep seated emotions and color your life in joyous shades of brilliant magenta that you never knew existed. But, one must shoulder its challenges with intrepid countenance if one is ever to reap its rewards.
Rose Feller: I don't know what's wrong with your girls. My Marcia never uses the word vagina.
Maggie Feller: My Marcia doesn't even have a vagina.
Rose Feller: Oh, My Marcia has a vagina all right, but My Marcia's vagina is made of solid 24 karat gold.
Maggie Feller: My Marcia's vagina is so perfect, it's in a museum.
Diane Petersen: You're tearing this family apart.