Vida Boheme: Enchanté.
Tommy: Baby, you are a whole lot of woman... and I know what you need.
Noxeema Jackson: I hardly think you're the man to give it to me.
Vida Boheme: All right, Ladies. Operation Decorator Storm.
Vida Boheme: What in gay hell?
Noxeema Jackson: Look, I'm sorry about the way the civil war turned out.
Sheriff Dollard: I know there are drag queens in this town.
Noxeema Jackson: You obviously have me mistaken for Miss Rosa Parks.
Crazy Elijah: Please, it's a wreck, ladies. Be careful with the... It'll never get you to California.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: It's the look.
Vida Boheme: Now, Noxee, how could you possibly refuse?
Noxeema Jackson: Hi! I'm Noxeema Jackson. Jesse's daughter.
Vida Boheme: Oh, Carol Ann, what on earth...?
Carol Ann: I'm just so clumsy. I mean... Virgil yelled at me. I mean, he called out to me. And, well, I just spilled the stew.
Vida Boheme: Hun, do you like, ever, not cry in this room?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Lets throw you two a pity party. Two fraidy ol' ladies. You gotta live live before it lives you, you stupid... You gonna be second class you gonna be second rate your whole life.
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.
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.
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.
