Character: Jenny Schecter

- Where the hell have you been?
- First on the beach. Then slept in the car. I'm trying to understand what I'm doing in Los Angeles.
- What are you doing in Los Angeles?
I don't know! Don't know what am I doing in this world. Jenny, I don't know who I am.
You know what? No one knows who he is. You see, that's life. You go through life trying to figure out who you are. And perhaps will never understand.
- You know who you are.
- Absolutely not. I just.. I just pretend to be a normal, Mature person.

- Listen to me. Know what you think of me right now. I know that what I did - I don't paint, but I want to make a documentary...
- You have violated us. You're humiliating us.
- I know.
- You stomped on our trust. And don't tell me that it is for the sake of art.
- Please. Watch my documentary. You know me. You will understand me. You look at everything differently. You know, I've crossed the line. I know that I went too far. Look, when I moved here, it was just a hobby. But you should know...
- Do you have any sisters?
- Yes, I have two younger sisters.
Okay. I want you to ask them a question. And most importantly - listen carefully to their response. I want you to ask your sisters about the very first time that they raped a man or boy.
- Why do you think my sisters have been intruded upon?
Because in the world there is not one girl or woman, which is not abused. Sometimes it can be taken. But sometimes it hurts terribly. But you... have no idea about what it's like.

- I would really like to see what I can do...
- No, I don't think there's anything that you can do. I think you already did.
- When I moved here, I was the kind of guy that can do shit like that. But I'm not anymore. You know, I've said it before, but you and Shane have made me a better person.
- Fuck you, mark. It's not my job to make you better. If I made you better, I don't give a shit. No woman is obliged to lavish yourself to some fucking man can evolve

- "Bal-transformation in the style of the eighties. Party in support of breast surgery". Oh shit! Should have called it "Let freedom chest." It would be more tragic.
- There is no tragedy!
- No, in another sense. Tragically, in the spirit of the eighties of the group Milli Vanilli. Tom and Cynthia called it a "pity party".
- You call that a "pity party"? It's strong, girl.
- I'm not a girl, Keith. And it's not a pity party. It's a fundraiser. And that's not cool. It's Like someone is trying to change its name, and people refuse to call him by this new name.
- Max, I know what you're going to do it for real. But it will be much more substantial than a simple name change. There will be consequences...
Keith, you're my friend, right? So if you have something to say, say it.
- I understand what you're fighting. And I respect the path you decided to go.
- But you don't approve of him.
- No, not that I don't approve of. I'm just worried about you.
Keith, come on, I never felt comfortable in a girl's body.
So, removal of the breast and becoming a man will solve all your problems?
- No, I know that this will not happen. But people will start to see me for who I am.
- You know, I'm sad to see how many strong girls with Butch abandon their feminine essence, to be a man. You know, we're losing our best soldiers, the most beautiful women. And I don't want to lose you.
- I don't follow fashion!
What if I spent my whole life feel like a white woman inside? And then one day I had the opportunity to change your skin color to my face became white. Would you support me in this?
- Ie you feel like a white woman?
- What does it mean to "feel white inside"? What does it mean to "feel like a man inside"? What does it mean to "feel female inside"? Why don't you be a gold-star Butch lesbian of all a Butch in the world and to preserve his body?
- Because I want to feel like a whole person. I want what is outside matches what's inside.

And every time I think all is right, in the end, everything comes to a standstill. And I think I may be one of those people who don't deserve happiness.
- Nonsense. Such people don't exist, everyone deserves happiness. Just the majority of people do not have the courage to take responsibility. And that's when everything goes to hell.

- I gave my word.
- So, take it back!