Doris Finsecker:
I'm about as flamboyant as a bagel.
Montgomery McNeil:
Never being happy isn't the same as being unhappy. Is it?
Shorofsky:
No! No! No! Hold the bow like this! Not like this! This isn't your dick you're holding! It's a violin bow! Hold it with respect, like...
Bruno Martelli:
...Your dick?
Leroy Johnson:
I's young, I's single, and I loves to mingle!
Doris:
I HATE Ralph Garci! I must remember this feeling and use it in my acting!
Miss Berg:
[
to Lisa] Less lip, Monroe, more sweat!
Dancer:
[
about Miss Berg] She's just a bitch.
Hilary van Doren:
[
about Leroy] Son derriere noir... c'est formidable!
Lisa Monroe:
Wow, I love your accent. What did you say?
Hilary van Doren:
I dig his black ass.
Rocky Horror Announcer:
Good evening, everyone, and welcome to The Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Lisa Monroe:
[
talking to a black girl during the audition] I like your nose ring. Did it hurt, or is that ethnic?
Miss Berg:
Where's the sweat, Lisa?
Lisa Monroe:
I'm working on it.
Coco Hernandez:
[
the girls are fighting over Leroy] You know what they say? The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
Hilary van Doren:
Yes, but who wants diabetes?
Angelo:
[
Starts playing his son's tape on top of loudspeakers on his cab] My son's music! My son Bruno, Bruno Martelli, he wrote the music! Today 46th street, tomorrow Madison Square Garden!
Doris Finsecker:
Everybody falls in love with their analyst! They have a word for it, don't they?
Montgomery McNeil:
Yeah. Homosexual.
Doris Finsecker:
I mean, if I don't have a personality of my own, so what? I'm an actress! I can put on as many personalities as I want!
Montgomery McNeil:
[
raises his glass] To schizophrenia!
Doris Finsecker:
[
also raising glass] Abso-fucking-lutely!
Montgomery McNeil:
You wanna get a pizza? We could split an Angie's special - with anchovies!
Ralph:
Anchovies? Man, fuck anchovies. Man, I died out there and you're talking about fucking pizza?
Montgomery McNeil:
No, I'm talking about eating pizza.
Hilary van Doren:
You see, I was offered this place in the San Francisco Ballet. I haven't told anyone yet, but I'm gonna take it. I don't care what they think. I'm a good dancer. Better than good. Maybe even the best in the school. And that's not conceit, it's just simple honesty. If I stay in New York, everyone will think I bought my way into ABT. And I'm not starving myself for Balanchine's City Ballet. Not that I mind doing the corps de ballet bullshit. I'd sooner do it out of town. I'll pay my dues on the west coast, come back to New York a star. You see, I've always had this crazy dream of dancing all the classical roles before I'm twenty-one. I want Giselles and CoppÈlias coming out of my feet. And Sleeping Beauties, and the Swan. I want bravos in Stuttgart and Leningrad and Paris. Maybe even a ballet created especially for me. You see? There's no room for a baby.
Nurse:
Will this be Master Charge or American Express, honey?
Rocky Horror Announcer:
This is the show if you don't like go to Jersey!
Rocky Horror Announcer:
Boy is he in for a surprise!
Rocky Horror Announcer:
This is the show if you don't like it go to Jersey!
Rocky Horror Announcer:
Boy is he in for a surprise!
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