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.
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.