Brian Kinney: Justin is a big boy. He should be allowed to make his own mistakes.
Michael: ...in ways that maybe no-one intended, those superheroes were a lot like me. At work they're meek, underappreciated... they're the guys that never get laid. And when they're around other people, they can never let anyone get too close for fear that their true identities will be discovered.
Brian: What are you doing?
Justin: Giving my friend Daphne a tour of your house.
Brian: This isn't the White House. George Washington hasn't slept here.
Justin: He's the only guy who hasn't.
Brian: It's not lying if they make you lie. If the only truth they can accept is their own.
Debbie: A word of advice, my sweet Emmett - mourn the losses because they are many. But celebrate the victories because they are few.
Debbie: Well, as far as I'm concerned, it ain't over until the... slightly-overweight-but-still-working-on-it lady sings.
Brian: Don't get yourself all worked up.
Michael: I'm half Italian and half drag queen. I'm allowed to get worked up.
Justin: This was the best night of my life.
Brian: Even if it was ridiculously romantic.
Brian Kinney: You stupid little twat, never let anyone fuck you without a condom.
Justin: You're not just anyone.
Brian Kinney: Yeah, I'm sure that's what Ben thought about the guy who infected him. Put it on me... I want you safe. I want you around for a long time.
Ben: Your friend Stockwell chased all the hustlers off Liberty Avenue - now they're right under our bedroom window.
Brian Kinney: Say what you will about city living, you can't beat it for the convenience.
Brian Kinney: He's my best friend since we were 14.
Dr. David Cameron: That's 16 years of waiting. He's been waiting so long he actually thinks he's happy. But you and I both know that he's never gonna get what he really wants, is he?
Brian Kinney: And what is that, Doc?
Dr. David Cameron: For you to fuck him.
Ted: I could fix you up with my sister... Only, she looks like me in a dress.
Brian Kinney: You've been to enough heterosexual suicide pacts to know this is a wedding cake.
Ben: Michael, we can't tell him not to use drugs if we do it ourselves.
Michael: Of course we can! That's what being a parent is all about.
Debbie: My good ring just fell behind the fridge.
Michael: Your good ring?
Debbie: Yeah, the one I got on the TV show.
Vic: From the Joan Rivers Collection.
Debbie: And don't say a fucking thing about her. I like that she's got a big, dirty mouth that gets her in trouble.
Emmett: My flame has been rekindled and is burning brighter than ever.
Michael: Rather than missing what used to be, I look forward to what's yet to be.
Debbie: If I have to watch Martha Stewart make one more goddamn thing out of goat cheese, I'm going to kill myself.
Vic: AMC has a Joan Crawford festival all week.
Debbie: Nobody's that gay.
Michael: I'm sure he would go if I wanted him to.
Brian: Uh-huh.
Michael: It's true.
Brian: All right, then make sure he's there.
Michael: All right, I will.
Brian: Okay.
Michael: Okay.
Brian: Great.
Michael: Fine.
Brian Kinney: If you don't earn respect when you're alive, you don't deserve it when you're dead.
