What I am, Michael, is a 32-year-old, ugly, pockmarked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it's nobody's goddamn business but my own. And how are you this evening?
The Boys in the Band (1970, dir. William Friedkin)
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harolds final monologue in the boys in the band (1968)
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The Boys in the Band, William Friedkin, 1970
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What I am, Michael, is a 32-year-old, ugly, pockmarked Jew fairy, and if it takes me a while to pull myself together, and if I smoke a little grass before I get up the nerve to show my face to the world, it's nobody's goddamn business but my own. And how are you this evening?
The Boys in the Band (1970, dir. William Friedkin)
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"Look! It's the geriatric Rockettes!"
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Hank: Thanks, cutiepie.
Larry: Ugh.
Hank: Sorry, I’ll think of a better one than cutiepie. You’re my angel...dust. Sorry, that’s a drug.
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the boys in the band live rent free in my brain now and they wont leave help
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Hank: Thanks, cutiepie.
Larry: Ugh.
Hank: Sorry, I’ll think of a better one than cutiepie. You’re my angel...dust. Sorry, that’s a drug.
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