Ricky Fitts: Excuse me for speaking so bluntly sir. But those fags make me want to puke my fucking guts out.
Colonel Frank Fitts: [cautiously, after a long pause] Well, me too son. Me too.

Cabbie in Bellmore: Then I pick up these two fags. They're going downtown. They're wearing rhinestone T-shirts. They start arguing, yelling. The other says, "You bitch!" Starts beating him on the head. I say, "l don't care what you do in the privacy of your own home. This is an American free country. We've got a pursuit of happiness thing. You're consenting. You're adult. But in
my fucking cab, don't go busting heads. You know? God loves you. Do what you want." Tell them to go to California. In California, when two fags split up, one's gotta pay the other alimony. Not bad. They're way ahead out there. You know what I mean? California. I tell them to get out of the fucking cab.

Wizard: Then I pick up these two fags. They're going downtown. They're wearing rhinestone T-shirts. They start arguing, yelling. The other says, "You bitch!" Starts beating him on the head. I say, "l don't care what you do in the privacy of your own home. This is an American free country. We've got a pursuit of happiness thing. You're consenting. You're adult. But in my fucking
cab, don't go busting heads. You know? God loves you. Do what you want." Tell them to go to California. In California, when two fags split up, one's gotta pay the other alimony. Not bad. They're way ahead out there. You know what I mean? California. I tell them to get out of the fucking cab.

Pvt. Joe Bowers: [addressing Congress] ... And there was a time in this country, a long time ago, when reading wasn't just for fags and neither was writing. People wrote books and movies, movies that had stories so you cared whose ass it was and why it was farting, and I believe that time can come again!