| Angels in America: Perestrokia |
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| Louis: Stop talking...or, if you have to talk, talk dirty. Prior: Fuck! WOuld you look at this? First orgasm in months and i had to sleep thru it. Prior: I know it's late, but I'm busy dying. Harper: I dont know why I'm not dead. When youre heart breaks, you should die. Belize: You look like Morticia Addams. Prior: More like the wrath of god. Angel: The body is the garden of the soul. Louis: Hello. Prior: Fuck you, you little shitbag. Prior: You're seeing someone else. Louis: WHat? No. Prior: Goddamned! ASk me how I knew. Louis: how? Prior: Threshhold of revelation. Louis: WHat? Prior: FUCK YOU I'M A PROPHET!!!!! Roy: Sue somebody. It's good for the soul. Belize: We all look alike to you, you all look alike to us...It's a mad mad mad world. Prior: Oh god, he's the marlboro man. Joe: Where are your shoes? Harper: I threw them in the river. Prior: A mormon??? HE'S A MORMON?!?! Harper: You wanna buy an island? It's going out of business. Roy: Ha! I fooled you! I knew you werent my mother! I just wanted to prove that I could make Ethel Rosenberg sing before I died!!! Roy: Next time around, I don't want to be a man. I wanna be an octopus. Remember that...HOLD! Belize: I'm just the shadow on your grave. Page 2 Back |
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