George: I always used to tell him that only fools could possibly escape the simple truth that now isn't simply now: it's a cold reminder. One day later than yesterday, one year later than last year, and that sooner or later it will come.
George: It's all becoming so bland. That's not why I came to America. It's like a complete breakdown of culture and manners.
Charley: The young ones have no manners. The other day at the car wash, a young man looked me up and down and asked me if I was a natural blonde.
George: What did you say?
Charley: I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Let's just say, if I stood on my head, I would be a natural brunette with lovely breath."
George: If one is not enjoying one's present, there isn't a great deal to suggest that the future should be any better.
George: Looking in the mirror staring back at me isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.
George: You know that only thing that has made the whole thing worthwhile has been those few times that I was able to truly connect with another person.
George: It takes time in the morning for me to become George, time to adjust to what is expected of George and how he is to behave. By the time I have dressed and put the final layer of polish on the now slightly stiff but quite perfect George I know fully what part I'm supposed to play.
Carlos: No one has ever picked me up and not wanted something.
George: I think you picked me up. This is kind of a serious day for me.
Carlos: Come on. What could be so serious for a guy like you?
George: I'm just trying to get over an old love I guess.
Carlos: My mother says that lovers are like buses. You just have to wait a little while and another one comes along.
Carlos: Sometimes awful things have their own kind of beauty.
George: For the first time in my life I can't see my future. Every day goes by in a haze, but today I have decided will be different.
Jennifer Strunk: Would you like to meet Charlton Heston? He's our scorpion. Every night we throw in something new to him and watch him kill it. Daddy says it's like a Coliseum. Daddy says he wants to throw you into the Coliseum.
George: No kidding. Why?
Jennifer Strunk: Well, he says you're light in your loafers. But you're not even wearing any loafers.
