
George: Let's leave the Jews out of this just for a moment. Let's think of another minority. One that... One that can go unnoticed if it needs to. There are all sorts of minorities, blondes for example... Or people with freckles. But a minority is only thought of as one when it constitutes some kind of threat to the majority. A real threat or an imagined one. And therein lies the
fear. If the minority is somehow invisible, then the fear is much greater. That fear is why the minority is persecuted. So, you see there always is a cause. The cause is fear. Minorities are just people. People like us.

Jim: Do you ever just live in the moment? It's like now, what could be better than being tucked here with you?... I mean, if I died right now it would be OK.
George: Well it wouldn't be OK with me, so why don't you just shut up and go and change the record.
Jim: Good answer.

George: [whispered] Just get through the goddamn day.

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.

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.

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.

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: Let's leave the Jews out of this just for a moment and think of another minority, one that can go unnoticed if it has to.