Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Get with the program mijas, no-one is so rich as to throw away a friend.
Carol Ann: This is the presidential suite.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Must've been one of those bad presidents.
Noxeema Jackson: You obviously have me mistaken for Miss Rosa Parks.
Vida Boheme: I feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield in this car.
Noxeema Jackson: Oooh, Jayne Mansfield. Not a good auto reference.
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.
Merna: 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?
