Helena: I have two tools I use to get students to reach their potential. Encouragement and shame. Taking you to the ballet/ That was encouragement. But that didn't work, so now I'm moving on to shame. I took a chance on you, and I don't care if you think you're the next Alvin Ailey. You will never know if you don't ever have any respect for me or this place or yourself.
Damon: I love this place. It's everything to me. But weren't you the one who told me to go out into the world and explore my own artistry, and find my own voice?
Helena: Greatness comes from suffering. From failing, over and over until you bleed and cry. And finally something inside just cracks open.
Damon: I've got time.
Helena: Time is not your friend. It's comin' for you. For all of us. It shows no mercy and it always wins. And then you're gone. Forgotten.
Damon: I'm really sorry.

Damon: Papi. That's not what I choreographed. You look like a gremlin.
Papi: I ain't a dancer.
Damon: It's like this: If you are going to win at snowball, and we are all walking as a house, you have to do it like this because that's the way to win, okay? So just watch me.

Blanca: You think this is the first time since I've been diagnosed that I've had to talk about somebody dying of this plague? Don't you dare treat me as delicate.
Pray: The worst part is that I'm used to it by now. Do you know how many boyfriends I've seen go in there over the last four years? How are we supposed to get invested in someone if they can be gone a week later.
Blanca: As if this life wasn't hard enough.

Blanca: How could you discriminate against me in my own community?
Mitchell: This bar is called Boy Lounge. We have a specific clientele. Gay, under 35 --
Lulu: White?!
Mitchell: Frankly, yes. The New York City night life is segregated. Look, I've got a friend. She works at the Cubby Hole. I'll call her. You guys can go and drink free all night.
Blanca: But I don't want that scene tonight --
Mitchell: I'm sorry, I'm not throwing a costume party.
Blanca: Oh this is not over.
Lulu: Bitch it was over before it started. Everybody needs somebody to make themselves feel superior. That line ends with us though. This shit runs downhill, past the women, the blacks, latins, gays, until it reaches the bottom and lands on our kind.

Stan: Why are you here? This place isn't right for you.
Angel: I make $125 a night here, and no one touches me. Don't you want me to be safe?
Stan: I get jealous. With so many men seeing you like this. Does that make you mad?
Angel: Do I look like a kept woman to you? A kept woman would be in a high rise apartment in Riverdale with a refrigerator full of groceries. And a mink coat in her closet.
Stan: Do you ever do things with guys here?
Angel: Sweetheart, a lady never tells. And I'm not appreciating your attitude. Especially considering this is the first time I'm seeing you in three weeks.
Stan: I can't stop thinking about you. At work, when I'm in bed with my wife. I drive by the piers almost every night but I get too scared to pull over.
Angel: Scared of what?
Stan: I don't like you in a place like this.

Blanca: Did your daddy ever give you the talk?
Damon: The talk?
Blanca: The birds and the bees.
Damon: Yeah, he did. It was really awful. He was sayin' all this stuff about women's anatomy, and things like that. The whole time I was thinking this is not the information I need to get. Like sweet baby Jesus, this is not helping me. But I couldn't ask him the questions I really wanted to know, which was about what men to together and stuff. Or I'd be found out. I was afraid he'd kill me.
Blanca: Well, here's what no one will tell you but me. Gay life is hard. Here.
Damon: I don't need these. I don't plan on having sex with Ricky.
Blanca: Oh child, no one ever plans on having sex. And I can't be your mother and your conscience. I'm not always going to be here to protect you. You are a good looking young man. And soon, you are going to want to start exploring. But you gotta make smart choices.

Ricky: You wanna go grab a slice or somethin'? On me.
Damon: You mean like a date?
Ricky: I mean, I'm smart, and cute, and cute, and I smell good. You could do a lot worse.
Damon: Okay, but... can we go sit at dinner and talk first? I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to do on a date?

Pray: This boy is a string bean. If his shoulders get too broad, he's gonna look like an upside down traffic cone. What the young man needs is a sandwich.
Damon: I'm not usually this skinny. I didn't eat for the first few weeks I was here.
Blanca: Well, you know what they say. You can't be too skinny or too rich.
Angel: Not anymore. You can always spot the boys and the girls down at the pier who got the AIDS because they look wasted away. Like Halloween skeletons over in their own corner. I feel sad for them. Sometimes you can't tell if they fell asleep on a park bench or they just died there.
Pray: Yeah, well, they're all gonna be revived when they hear that young Damon here is going to be dancing at The New School for Dance. When's your audition baby?
Damon: I'm not sure.
Pray: They didn't give you a date?
Damon: I didn't return my application.
Blanca: Uh-uh. But you said you did!
Angel: And you thought I'd be the problem child.
Damon: What if I audition and I don't get in? Anyway, I missed the deadline. I don’t even think I'm supposed to be there.
Blanca: You're never gonna find a place where you belong if you keep runnin' away.
Damon: What makes you so sure?
Blanca: How in the hell we all wound up here?
Pray: Amen.

Blanca: You knew they were gonna read you for filth for wearing that dress. What’s happenin with you?
Angel: I met somebody, but he’s just like all the others. When am I finally gonna meet my Prince Charming?
Blanca: There’s a reason Prince Charming is only in fairytales, sweetie.
Angel: I’m tired of being humiliated. I deserve more. I’m worthy of better. I just need to know somebody has my back.
Blanca: We all need that. And if you want a family that cares for you unconditionally, then get your broke ass up off this curb, and fix that B-face.
Angel: I should join your house.
Blanca: I’m just sayin.

Blanca: Notice what it’s all about. Being able to fit into the straight, white world and embody the American dream. We don’t have access to that dream, and it’s not because of ability, trust me. I mean… isn’t that what you’re trying to do? Dance your way into that world? The world of acceptability?
Damon: Sorry I said I wasn’t like you.
Blanca: Oh child, hush. You are a gay black boy. Who else you goin’ find to make to feel superior?

Blanca: You are jealous and petty, and you show your true colors.
Elektra: I have a right to show my colors, and you showed yours. You’re not ready. You’re a second banana. I’ll give you that, but no more. Look at me. Look at you. I can pass. I can strut down fifth avenue when the sun is sitting high as my cheek bones and be waited on at Bergdorf’s, same as any white woman, while you hide away in the shadows. You’re way ahead of yourself in the game… beast.
Blanca: So, do any of you want to walk out this door with me into the future or would you rather choke on dust and decay?
Elektra: You’ll be back.
Blanca: Never.

Pose Quotes

Blanca: How could you discriminate against me in my own community?
Mitchell: This bar is called Boy Lounge. We have a specific clientele. Gay, under 35 --
Lulu: White?!
Mitchell: Frankly, yes. The New York City night life is segregated. Look, I've got a friend. She works at the Cubby Hole. I'll call her. You guys can go and drink free all night.
Blanca: But I don't want that scene tonight --
Mitchell: I'm sorry, I'm not throwing a costume party.
Blanca: Oh this is not over.
Lulu: Bitch it was over before it started. Everybody needs somebody to make themselves feel superior. That line ends with us though. This shit runs downhill, past the women, the blacks, latins, gays, until it reaches the bottom and lands on our kind.

Stan: Why are you here? This place isn't right for you.
Angel: I make $125 a night here, and no one touches me. Don't you want me to be safe?
Stan: I get jealous. With so many men seeing you like this. Does that make you mad?
Angel: Do I look like a kept woman to you? A kept woman would be in a high rise apartment in Riverdale with a refrigerator full of groceries. And a mink coat in her closet.
Stan: Do you ever do things with guys here?
Angel: Sweetheart, a lady never tells. And I'm not appreciating your attitude. Especially considering this is the first time I'm seeing you in three weeks.
Stan: I can't stop thinking about you. At work, when I'm in bed with my wife. I drive by the piers almost every night but I get too scared to pull over.
Angel: Scared of what?
Stan: I don't like you in a place like this.