Character: Michael Novotny

- As I understand it, your answer is no.

Listen to me: we blue. We don't need marriage, we don't need the approval of homophobic politicians and priests-homosexuals. We fuck whoever we want whenever we want is our God given right!
- But we have a God-given right to have all the same things straight people! Because we are people just like them...

Wherever I looked, everywhere face the inevitable fact that man is mortal.
Is death really can download most.
I don't just mean Vic... Ben and hunter. I know it's scary to say, even to think of it, but they can die just like him... and I'll be the one to gather their things and switch off the lights.
- The fact that they have HIV does not mean that they will go first. Hell, it could be you: go out on the street and you get hit by a marsedes compressor, much more stylish than a bus.
Thank you.
- ... go to the post office to buy a stamp and will shoot you annoyed postal worker. If you haven't noticed, these days they're all irritated.
- Just... just scares me the thought that I will remain single.
- The way we all come, so we all leave.
- Yes, but until then I would prefer to have at least the illusion that someone's there, even temporarily...
- Believe what you want, but the less you have what you hold, the easier it is to part with it.

- To celebrate what? I'm turning into an old fart? My life is over?
- Think of all the good things you can wait.
- Meteorite? Incontinence? Chronic constipation? Diapers?

I don't want to be a Saint! I want to be a ruthless heartless asshole that Fucks anyone I want, without the slightest remorse!
- I'm sorry, but this place is already taken.

- You were right. Brian showed his love to me. Every day. Even though he never talked about it, although never say. I just didn't want to hear.
It is always nice to be right.

- Mom's right, you don't care about anybody but yourself!
- Well, if not me, then who?

- I keep worrying that I'll be all alone.
- The way we all come, so we all leave.

- It is impossible to open other people's letters. It is a crime.
- Right and see that I am in the list of death row, awaiting lethal injection. A mass murderer who killed 48 babies and ate them asks me what I'm executed. And I say - "for what opened the letter Ben".

Five pairs of jeans, seven shirts, four sweaters, and ten t-shirts.
How long are you going?
- For the weekend.
- Okay. Change of linen, a box of condoms, a tube of lubricant. All of you assembled.

- Have you ever been on a real date?
Yeah. The upshot was that I fucked the waiter.

- I'm just wasting my time and money.
- Enough to sell yourself. You know you don't shampoo.

How do you like it?
- Well, you're done.
- Nice shirt.
- You know you're gorgeous.
- Terribly to look.
- Yeah, well, at least someone's being honest, Asshole.

No it's not done until it will not do!