Merna: Vaya con dios, Miss Chi-Chi.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: You ruin my language and I still love you.
Loretta: These all grow wild around here.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: You all grow wild around here. This reminds me of the story of Princess Laritza in 'Revenge of the Wench'. Seem everyone was giving her flowers because they thought she was dead, right? But she had taken this magical concoction.
Loretta: Well, anyway, bye-bye.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Bye.
Sheriff Dollard: I know there are drag queens in this town.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Vida, how come you never told us you were rich, mama?
Vida Boheme: I'm not rich, my parents are.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Live life before it lives you.
Vida Boheme: Internal combustion, the ultimate accessory.
Noxeema Jackson: Look, I'm sorry about the way the civil war turned out.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I'm the Latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken.
Vida Boheme: Now she's gonna get herself kidnapped by some mountain man and we will have to rescue her.
Noxeema Jackson: When a straight man puts on a dress and gets his sexual kicks, he is a transvestite. When a man is a woman trapped in a man's body and has a little operation he is a Transsexual.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I know that.
Noxeema Jackson: When a gay man has way too much fashion sense for one gender he is a drag queen.
Vida Boheme: Thank you.
Noxeema Jackson: And when a tired little Latin boy puts on a dress, he is simply a boy in a dress.
Bobby Ray: Don't cry, Miss Chi-Chi, please don't cry... Miss Chi-Chi, if you were my girl, you'd never cry for anything, except... maybe... for happiness.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: You said a mouthful.
Vida Boheme: What in gay hell?
Noxeema Jackson: Little latin boy in drag, why are you crying?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: It's just cause the two of you are so pretty, you know. You're so pretty.
Vida Boheme: Yes, of course we're pretty, but why are you crying?
Noxeema Jackson: Maybe she just found out Menudo broke up.
Vida Boheme: All right, Ladies. Operation Decorator Storm.
Noxeema Jackson: You know, Vida, you were absolutely right.
Vida Boheme: About what?
Noxeema Jackson: I mean, now I realise that... you gotta take chances. Because you never know, you know what I mean? I mean, what the hell! I'm not gonna worry about if people accept me or not. I'm gonna make Hollywood wherever I am at.
Vida Boheme: I would like.
Noxeema Jackson: Stand up, Vida.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I'm a loser, I hate myself, I hate my life, I hate everything.
Vida Boheme: Oh no! No You're a winner, why you look like! You are a winner.