Ron Carlisle: Take, Tootsie.
Dorothy Michaels: Ron? I have a name it's Dorothy. It's not Tootsie or Toots or Sweetie or Honey or Doll.
Ron Carlisle: Oh, Christ.
Dorothy Michaels: No, just Dorothy. Alan's always Alan, Tom's always Tom and John's always John. I have a name too. It's Dorothy, capital D-O-R-O-T-H-Y.
Sandy: I'm going to feel this way until I don't feel this way anymore.
Jeff: I'm just afraid that you're going to burn in Hell for all this.
Michael Dorsey: You know, I could lay a big line on you and we could do a lot of role-playing, but the simple truth is, is that I find you very interesting and I'd really like to make love to you.
Ron Carlisle: You don't like me, do you? Now, I can respect that. There's not many women that I can't make like me. Why don't you like me?
Michael Dorsey: I don't like the way you treat Julie. I don't like the way you patronize her. I don't like the way you deceive her. I don't like the way you lie to her.
Ron Carlisle: What do you mean?
Michael Dorsey: You want me to go on?
Ron Carlisle: No, no. I know what you mean.
Michael Dorsey: She thinks I'm gay, I told her about Julie and she thinks I'm gay.
George Fields: Julie thinks your gay?
Michael Dorsey: No, my friend Sandy.
George Fields: Sleep with her, and she'll.
Michael Dorsey: I slept with her once she's still thinks I'm gay.
George Fields: Oh... that's no good, Michael.
Dorothy Michaels: Oh I know what y'all really want is some gross, caricature of a woman to prove some idiotic point that power makes a woman masculine, or masculine women are ugly. Well shame on you for letting a man do that, or any man that does that. That means you, dear. Miss Marshall. Shame on you, you macho shit head.
Jeff: You slut.
Michael Dorsey: I don't believe in hell. I believe in unemployment, but not hell.
Michael Dorsey: Friends?
Sandy: No, we are not friends. I don't take this shit from friends. Only lovers.
Jeff: Mike, I really appreciate you're doing this, but... it is just for the money, isn't it? It's not just so you can wear these little outfits?
Jeff: That is one nutty hospital.
Julie: I miss Dorothy.
Michael Dorsey: You don't have to. She's right here. And she misses you. Look, you don't know me from Adam. But I was a better man with you, as a woman... than I ever was with a woman, as a man. You know what I mean? I just gotta learn to do it without the dress. At this point, there might be an advantage to my wearing pants. The hard part's over, you know? We were already... good friends.
Jeff: I don't like it when people come up to me after my plays and say, "I really dug your message, man." Or, "I really dug your play, man, I cried." You know. I like it when people come up to me the next day, or a week later, and they say, "I saw your play. What happened?"
John Van Horne: Does Jeff know?
Sandy: Wish me luck.
Michael Dorsey: Fuck you.
Sandy: Thanks.
Michael Dorsey: Fuck you.
Answer: What she said was a fantasy - big difference between saying that in conversation and actually having it said to her.
Thank you.