Angels in America:
Perestrokia
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.

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