Noxeema Jackson:
Approval neither desired nor required.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Go on Vida and talk to him, you speak honky!
Carol Ann:
Vida I do not think of you as a man and I do not think of you as a woman
[
pause]
Carol Ann:
I think of you as an angel.
Vida Boheme:
I think that's Healthy!
Noxeema Jackson:
That might be all fine and dandy but still have a lot more to learn before you become a full fledged Queen, my dear.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Can't I just stay a princess they're so much younger than Queens
[
laughs]
Noxeema Jackson:
Does everything have to be a joke with you, this is not a masquarde! This is real life! There are steps to becoming a Queen.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
I'm sorry. How many?
Noxeema Jackson:
4! There are 4 steps to becoming a Drag Queen.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Don't be stingy tell me what are they!
Vida Boheme:
Patience mon cheri. You will know when you've done them. Noxeema our Dutchess of Protocol will inform you.
Noxeema Jackson:
[
laughs sarcastically] That's right just sit back. Auntie Vida's gonna make you a big ol'queen don't you worry.
Sheriff Dollard:
Shut up! Just shut up! I'm gonna bring back three corpses here! And when you look up their dresses, if you don't find something you shouldn't find, I don't know what!
Vida Boheme:
Carol Ann, if we're going to be friends, there's something I have to...
Carol Ann:
Adam's Apple?
Vida Boheme:
What?
Carol Ann:
Adam's Apple. Women don't have Adam's Apples, only men have Adam's Apples. The first night that you came to town I noticed that you had yourself an Adam's Apple.
Vida Boheme:
Then, then you know?
Carol Ann:
I know, that I am very fortunate to have a lady friend who just happens to have an Adam's Apple.
Carol Ann:
I love you Ms. Vida Boheme!
Vida Boheme:
[
hugs Carol Ann] I've waited my whole life to hear those words said to that name. And I'm very, very, very happy that you're the one to say them.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
I got a million dream lovers for every light on Broadway. When one of them goes out I just screw in another one, you know, hello good-bye.
Noxeema Jackson:
Ms. Vida seems to think that I don't have a vision. Well, honey I don't need a vision because I have a plan. My plan is that while in Hollywood I will be approached by an imminent producer, and ivy no doubt, to star in the lush film version of the Life of Ms. Dorothy Dandridge. Yes that noble blacktress, who's career was crushed by the white hollywood machine.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
You know what Vida, you're not a queen because you rule people or you sat on a throne, baby. You're a queen because you couldn't cut it as a man so you had to put on a dress, that's why.
Vida Boheme:
[
gets up] What did you say?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
[
putting on lotion] You heard me.
Vida Boheme:
[
walks toward Chi-Chi] I've had quite enough...
[
wig catches on hanging decorations and falls off]
Noxeema Jackson:
[
looking around at all the rich houses] Ohhh, there will be a barbeque at 12 Oaks tonight.
Sheriff Dollard:
I know what you want. Do you know what you career girls want?
Vida Boheme:
Careers?
Sheriff Dollard:
Same thing every girl wants.
Bobby Lee:
[
while Vida, Noxie, and Chi-Chi are putting make-up on her] I know, I know, that is Ms. Anne Baxter in the Ten Commandments and those are the moves.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
I didn't ask to come on this trip, did I? No, I don't think so! Did I ask you to be making me over and jump all kinds of hoops like some circus poodle? No, I don't think so! Do I want to go to jail because of some cop killer? No, I don't think so! So as soon as we get to the next town I am jumping on the first man and riding him all the way to New York City and away from you two puckered up, stuck up putas 'cause this trip sucks! It sucks!
Noxeema Jackson:
I am not going upstairs with you. I ain't drivin' you no more, Miss Daisy!
Noxeema Jackson:
Little latin boy in drag, why are you crying?
Noxeema Jackson:
When a straight man puts on a dress and goes on a sexual kick 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. When a gay man has way too much fashion sense for one gender he is a drag queen. And when a tired little Latin boy puts on a dress, he is simply a boy in a dress!
Noxeema Jackson:
You look like the Miami Sound Machine just exploded all over you!
Vida Boheme:
I feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield in this car.
Noxeema Jackson:
Oooh, Jayne Mansfield. Not a very good auto reference.
[
choosing a car]
Vida Boheme:
Well pumpkins, it comes down to that age-old decision: style... or... substance?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
If I were bread, would you be my butter?
Noxeema Jackson:
Larger than life is just the right size.
Noxeema Jackson:
When a gay man has way too much fashion sense for a single gender, he is a drag queen.
Vida Boheme:
Sometimes it just takes a fairy.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
I'm the latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken!
Vida Boheme:
What in gay hell?
Vida Boheme:
Internal combustion, the ultimate accessory.
Vida Boheme:
Maps are for cheaters.
Vida Boheme:
I'm not rich, my parents are.
Vida Boheme:
And who would think that this ebony enchantress would one day share a title with moi?
Vida Boheme:
I think tomorrow is a "Say Something" hat day.
Vida Boheme:
It's like living in a Tex Avery cartoon.
Vida Boheme:
You know, pumpkins, sometimes it just takes a fairy.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
I'm a looser, 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!
[
first lines]
Vida Boheme:
Ready or not, here comes mama!
Vida Boheme:
Here is where they asked young Vida to stop imitating Esther Williams in Million Dollar Mermaid.
[
after Billy Ray comes to ask a girl out]
Vida Boheme:
I declare.
Bobby Lee:
I declare.
Carol Ann:
*I* declare.
Noxeema Jackson:
I decline.
Noxeema Jackson:
I'll bet you were the brightest in your class, weren't you?
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt:
Oh, my God, I'm like a compass near north.
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:
[
as Vida beats up Virgil] There's something you need to know about Vida... She...
Noxeema Jackson:
[
quickly] Vida works out. Yeah, Vida works out.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
A lot!
Vida Boheme:
Hun, do you like, ever not cry in this room?
[
possibly dead Sheriff Dullard is looking for the owner of a frilly shoe]
Clara:
Can I have my shoe please?
Sheriff Dollard:
[
disbelieving] You're a drag queen?
Clara:
Nothin' this pretty could be real.
Noxeema Jackson:
Do you like my nails?
Vida Boheme:
Noxie, you remember John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt?
Noxeema Jackson:
[
shakes hand] Of course, his name is my name too.
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt:
Do people always shout? Oh, I hate that.
Noxeema Jackson:
Look at her like she's runnin cross the border!
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
I'm a princess. "P" to the "R" to the "N" to the "cess". I'm a princess.
Vida Boheme:
[
after Chi-Chi gets upset about being called a Boy in a dress] You have the potential of a lifetime and you are sqandering it.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
So what do you care?
Vida Boheme:
Yes you will start off a mere boy in a dress, but by the time we are done with this crusade your Auntie Vida and your Auntie Noxee will give you the outrageous outlook and indomidable spirit that it will take to make you a full-fledge Drag Queen.
Vida Boheme:
So now, I want you to turn your swayback self around on those Robert Clergerie Knockoffs and get back in this car.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Maybe I'm not just a boy in a dress.
Vida Boheme:
All right you are... a Drag Princess.
Vida Boheme:
No one say anything frivolous for the next few moments. I am having a significant experience.
Vida Boheme:
[
sees a picture of Julie Newmar in the reflection of her compact mirror] No one say anything frivolous for the next few moments. I am having a significant experience.
Noxeema Jackson:
[
waves her finger in a twirling motion] Whoopy!
Carol Ann:
This is the presidential suite.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Must've been one of those bad presidents.
Tommy:
Baby, you are a whole lot of woman... and I know what you want.
Noxeema Jackson:
I hardly think you're the man to give it to me.
Rachel Tensions:
[
after seeing a man wrapped in chains] I don't know who he is, but if there's a snowstorm tonight, he's going on my tires.
Noxeema Jackson:
Why do I feel like I'm in the Tournament of Roses Parade?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Because you're as big as a float?
Noxeema Jackson:
Girl, if you want to let him know there is steak for dinner, you got to let him *hear* it sizzle!
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:
Uh uh I'm not sleeping with the wicked witch of the west with toenails in my face and godzilla breath.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Get with the program mijas, no one is so rich as to throw away a friend.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Mamies! Don't quote me but I think this one is deceased-ed.
Noxeema Jackson:
Why do I feel like I'm in the Tournament of Roses Parade?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Because you're as big as a float.
Noxeema Jackson:
Your mother.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez:
Thank you.
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