Have a cigar...

Reverberate.

2009-12-06T17:29:00.005+02:00

Reverberate.
6 decembrie.
Asta e cuvantul zilei.
Re·ver·ber·ate

v. re·ver·ber·at·ed, re·ver·ber·at·ing, re·ver·ber·ates

v.intr.

1. To resound in a succession of echoes; reecho.

2. To have a prolonged or continuing effect: Those talks with his teacher reverberated throughout his life.

3. To be repeatedly reflected, as sound waves, heat, or light.

4. To be forced or driven back; recoil or rebound.

v.tr.

1. To reecho (a sound). See Synonyms at echo.

2. To reflect (heat or light) repeatedly.

3. To drive or force back; repel.

4. To subject (a metal, for example) to treatment in a reverberatory furnace.

Si spun cuvantul zilei pentru ca de dimineata am ascultat Antimatter. Nu stiu cati dintre voi ati auzit de trupa asta. Marturisesc ca eu am aflat de curand de ea, si asta multumita unui mic maestru al muzicii, Andrei, caruia, a propos, nu stiu daca am avut vreodata ocazia sa ii multumesc cum ar trebui pentru zecile de GB pline de sentimente facute cadou pe parcursul timpului.
Revenind la Antimatter, una din melodiile mele de suflet e Legions.

Antimatter - Legions

Stony and grey is the whore
And long are the days in the morgue
Where God is a wall
Where God is a wall to look upon

Legions and hordes
The seas have been torn
And buildings remain where they fall
And I solemnly walk
Through legions and hordes
A dark mass of infidel

Long is the howl at the end
A cry from the tail echoing
And fools reverberate
And fools reverberate and carry on...

What have they done to themselves?
Look what they've done to themselves.

If you don't learn to leave this thing alone
You'll never get to see the sun again
You won't come out on top
The seed is sown

*

Tot ascultand melodia asta, m-am pornit catre facultate. Se tin la noi, timp de 2 saptamani, doua module de Ecografie. Gratuit, fara conditii de participare, de catre oameni extrem de instruiti. Pacat ca nu se si disemineaza informatia despre acest curs.
Dupa ce in primele ore s-a tot batut apa in piua despre principiile functionarii unui ecograf, si mai apoi despre istoria folosirii radiatiilor in medicina pentru studiul anatomic, am trecut la lucruri mai serioase precum artefactele intalnite uzual intr-o ecograma.
Intamplarea a facut ca prima descrisa sa fie reverberatia. Aceasta se intalneste in momentul in care ultrasunetele lovesc o interfata hiperecogena (os sau gaz). In aceasta situatie undele lovesc cu intensitate mare suprafata mentionata, nu se absorb, si sunt respinse in totalitate inapoi catre transductor. Pana acum nimic iesit din comun. Insa uneori ecograma va prezenta ecouri multiple, date de pulsatiile sondei, care apar ca niste linii paralele de intensitati diferite. Prima unda, cea situata proximal de emitator, este cea care corespunde interfetei reale.

Sagetile scurte exemplifica ce spuneam mai sus. Pentru curiosi, ecograma apartine unui barbat de 38 de ani cu o inflamatie gangrenoasa a cordonului testicular.

Si cu asta am incheiat prima postare din seria "cuvantul zilei".

2009-03-31T20:11:00.000+03:00

“Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about. You’ve never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? u think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief”

Papusarule...

2009-02-24T12:03:00.004+02:00

Oh, draga Papusarule...
Fa-mi doua gauri mari sub ochi
Sa pot invata a plange
Si lasa-ma sa-mi curga prin ele
Ploaie si rasina...

Oh, draga Papusarule...
Te rog... Te rog...
Lasa-ma sa plang mult
Atat de mult incat sarmele din articulatii
Sa rugineasca pana la sfaramare...

Dragul meu Papusar,
Nu vrei tu oare acum
Sa imi tai sforile?
Nu mai sunt bun.
Am ruginit,
Nu ma mai misc,
Scartai cand imi indrepti mainile...
Nu mai sunt bun.

Taie-mi sforile
Si arunca-ma in cufarul vechi
Sa zac acolo
In legea mea;
Sa vii din cand in cand
Sa ma scoti la lumina
Si niciodata sa nu ma gasesti
In locul in care m-ai lasat

Caci... Oh, draga Papusarule...
Eu in fiecare zi invat sa merg din nou
Si telul drumului meu e el.
La capatul cutiei
Ma asteapta.

Gară urâtă.

2009-01-31T15:08:00.004+02:00

Suflet ca o gara
cu lipici pe sine.
Vin trenuri,
stau nițel,
și când apuca sa se lipească
au și plecat.
Au plecat
cu bucăți de sine pe roti.
Ce a rămas
e reparat
pentru următorul tren,
care iar
lasă în urma prăpăd.
Uneori mai apar trenuri noi,
cu roti mai lucioase.
Nu se prind la fel de bine
ca locomotivele pufăitoare,
atât de dragi.
Trenurile mele
se întorc periodic,
la intervale
mai mici sau mai mari
de timp.
In general,
toate se indreaptă către Mangalia,
și pleaca de la linia 5.
Nu am depou.
Desi mi-ar placea.
As putea pastra cate un vagon,
doua...
Dar nu vreau.
De ce atatea cladiri?
Una e suficient.
Nodul si sinele rupte.
O sa vorbesc, totusi,
cu cei de la sediul principal.
Poate au idee
cat timp o sa mai functioneze
vreo 5 din trenurile mele.
As vrea doar sa stiu
de cate ori va trebui
sa mai repar sinele in urma lor.
In dreptul intrarii
deja pamantul se surpa.
Nivelul solului e
cu mai bine de 65 cm
mai scazut decat pe camp.
Si muncitorii
nu mai vor sa lucreze serios.
De ce sa se chinuie,
daca si data viitoare
tot la fel se va intampla?
Am descoperit ca
gara mea transmite uneori,
prin difuzoarele neconectate la curent,
voci colorate.
Unii călători rad,
altii se sperie.
Dar pentru mine e
o dorintă implinită.
O sa imi pun antene pe acoperis,
să arăt ca o ciupercă.
Poate, astfel,
voi auzi mai clar.
Gară urâtă.

Somn si dimineti...

2009-01-24T11:26:00.005+02:00

Pijamale de spital.
Deja o expresie cunoscuta când vine vorba de băgatul sub plapuma a unui oricare mascul. De ce pe toate drumurile sunt numai dungile urate, in culori urate, desenate pe materiale si mai urate? De ce, cu cat e mai ieftina o haina, cu atat e mai hada?

Si de ce mama naibii suna ceasurile romanesti de parca ar fi menite sa scoale bolnavii din coma? Sa ne mai miram ca ne calcam pe bot de dimineata? Ca suntem ciufuti? Ca trantim si pufnim toata ziua, numai pentru a ajunge seara in pat fara niciun alt chef decat sa prindem 7 ore de somn, pentru ca a doua zi sa sune din nou clopotul ala isteric?
Si iar bot, si iar draci, si iar...

Am vazut ceasuri care zboara. Au o mica elice, si suna frumos. Desi, daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, elice+ochi=rau.

O sa-mi iau un ceas cu doua roti mari, de cauciuc. O ia la fuga prin camera imediat ce incepe sa sune, si se ascunde pe unde are loc. Si asta suna frumos! Vreau sa ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata cu Bellman si a lui spaceship care se misca slow...

2.

2009-01-20T15:05:00.004+02:00

Wikipedia says that The Notwist are a German indie rock band. Formed in 1989, the band moved through several musical incarnations despite maintaining a relatively stable lineup. While their early records moved through heavy metal into dark indie rock, their recent efforts for which they've received the most attention have been very strongly influenced by the electronica scene, along with the other groups on the record label Morr Music.

Neon Golden is the fifth studio album by The Notwist. It was released in 2002 in Europe and 2003 in the United States to favourable reviews.

Ladies and gentlemen, Pick up the phone.

You know this place,
you know this gloom?
We've been here before.
When life is a loop,
you're in a room without a door.

Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Today I will step out of your past.

Probably that we've come to know we'll stay with us.
With every step it slowly grows.
Rub off the rust.

1.

2009-01-06T12:39:00.000+02:00

Lady?

Yes, Bird?

It's cold.

I know.
Bird...
I cannot see a thing.

It's all in your mind.

I'm worried.

No one will come to see us.

Maybe they come but we just don't see them.
What do you see?

I see what's outside.

And what exactly is outside?

It's grown-ups.

Well maybe if we scream they can hear us.

Yeah, maybe we should try to scream.

Ok, Bird.

Heeeelp!

Heeeelp!

Can you hear us now ?

Hello !

Help !

Hello it's me!

Hey!

Can you see...

Can you see me?

I'm here!

Nana, come and take us!

Hello!

Are you there?

Hello!

I don't think they can hear us.

I can hear you, lady.
Do you want to come with me, lady?

Will you be nice to me, Bird?
You're always be nice to me because you're my friend.

I try, but sometimes I make mistakes.

Nana says we all make mistakes.

Maybe we should scream more.

Yes, Bird let's scream more.

Help !

Help us !

Come on !

Help !

Hello !

Help !

Hello !

We're lost.

I think they cannot see us.

Nobody likes us.

But they all seem so big.

Maybe we should just jump.

What if we fall from the bridge and then nobody can catch us?

I don't know. Let's just see what happens.

Okay .

Come with me.

Shall we do it together ?

Yeah.

1 2 3....Aaaaaaah !

Lady?

Yes, Bird.

It's cold.

I know.
Bird...
I cannot see a thing.

It's all in your mind.

Lady and Bird is an album from the collaboration of singer/songwriter Keren Ann and Barði Jóhannson, lead singer of Icelandic band Bang Gang.

Track listing
"Do What I Do"
"Shepard's Song"
"Stephanie Says" (The Velvet Underground cover)
"Walk Real Slow"
"Suicide Is Painless" (theme of M*A*S*H)
"The Morning After"
"Run in the Morning Sun"
"See Me Fall"
"Blue Skies"
"La ballade of Lady and Bird" (with the above lyrics)
"Do What I Do" (acoustic, live)

Posting for a life... For my life... For our life!

2008-08-24T19:12:00.000+03:00

Justin: I'm not a child. I'm turning 18 soon. That means I can vote, and get married, and join the army.
Emmett: Hopefully not on the same day.

Justin: Bed rest is an important part of every recovery.
Ted: Thank you, Doogie Howser.

Ted: I could fix you up with my sister... Only, she looks like me in a dress.

Debbie: If I have to watch Martha Stewart make one more goddamn thing out of goat cheese, I'm going to kill myself.
Vic: AMC has a Joan Crawford festival all week.
Debbie: Nobody's that gay.

Debbie: Hi, honey. What are you doing here?
Michael: Uncle Vic asked me to bring some rope to tie you down.
Debbie: Kinky.

Brian: It's not lying if they make you lie. If the only truth they can accept is their own.

Emmett: It's pathetic. My screen name has more fun than I do.

Brian: What are you doing?
Justin: Giving my friend Daphne a tour of your house.
Brian: This isn't the White House. George Washington hasn't slept here.
Justin: He's the only guy who hasn't.

Melanie: Your screwing everything that moves is your finest quality and our best defense.

Emmett: A song and a snack can turn any moment into an occasion.

Mysterious Marilyn: God writes the script, sweetie. I just say the lines.

Melanie: What are you? Mr. Teflon? Shit just never sticks to you.

Emmett: My flame has been rekindled and is burning brighter than ever.

[On why Lindsay's WASP parents won't help pay for their wedding]
Melanie: You're a dyke, you're marrying a Jew, and you're a registered Democrat. Need I say more?

Brian: He stole all my clothes. I'm suspecting gay-on-gay crime here.
Lindsay: It wouldn't surprise me. You've had more visitors than Disney World.

Michael: Have you ever been on a date?
Brian: One. I ended up fucking the waiter.

Michael: I don't wanna be a saint. I wanna be a ruthless, heartless shit who fucks whoever he wants without conscience or remorse.
Brian: I'm sorry, that position's already been filled.

Justin: This was the best night of my life.
Brian: Even if it was ridiculously romantic.

Brian: [to Craig Taylor] So in other words, for Justin to live here with you, he has to deny who he is... what he thinks... and how he feels. Well, that's not love. That's hate.

Emmett: You're just jealous because we have what you don't.
Brian: Anal warts?

Brian: Don't get yourself all worked up.
Michael: I'm half Italian and half drag queen. I'm allowed to get worked up.

Ted: [on dating a guy who's HIV positive] It's like playing with fire. I mean... what if a condom breaks? Or he's flossing his teeth and his gums bleed?
Brian: Or he shoots off his load and you're bending over to tie your shoe and it accidentally flies up your ass...

Emmett: I haven't seen so many dogs since 101 Dalmatians.

Michael Charles Novotny: You fucked a murderer?
Hunter: What's the big deal? I used a condom.
Brian Kinney: [to Michael] Well, your safe sex lecture paid off.

[after Michael informs Hunter that Brian already has a boyfriend]
Hunter: You do?
Brian Kinney: In a non-defined, non-conventional way, yeah.

[Michael and Hunter argue about Hunter's 'job' as a hustler]
Michael Charles Novotny: This guy could have killed you.
Hunter: They all could.
Michael Charles Novotny: Well, if you know that why do you do it?
Hunter: I have low self-esteem. I was sexualized at too early an age. It's exciting, fun, and a great way to make non-reportable income.
Michael Charles Novotny: I would like an honest answer, smart-ass.
Brian Kinney: He just gave you one.

Brian: Why don't you find yourself some nice fuzzy lezzy with a therapist license and work it out.

Brian: How do I look?
Justin: Great... You always look great.

Justin: I like dick. I wanna get fucked by dick. I wanna suck dick. I like sucking dick, and I'm good at it too.

Justin: Well listen up, now that your hearing has returned... This queer says "FUCK YOU".

Justin: Welcome to the real world Daph... Nobody gives a shit about a Gay-Straight Alliance.

Emmett: Pink champagne... yeah, uh, that's too nelly, even for me.

Debbie: Well, if it isn't the man behind the asshole.
Michael: Brian's always behind the asshole.

Daphne: I'm not a lesbian, but I'm a big fan.

Daphne: I'm not the one who got weird. Ever since you met Brian, you've become this totally different person. You go out with him all the time to bars and clubs. It's like I don't even know you.

Brian: I want it to be you
Michael: What?
Brian: I want it to be you. I'll put it in writing.
Michael: I want it to be you, too. You pull my plug.
Brian: And you pull mine.

Brian Kinney: This used to be such a magical kingdom, full of sprites and fairies.
Justin: Now it's like watching the Wizard of Oz in reverse.

Brian Kinney: Cops in the streets, cops in the bars, cops in the clubs. It's fucking depressing!
Justin: Unless you're into cops.

Michael Charles Novotny: I don't know how you do it, working all day, fucking all night.
Brian Kinney: Well they say in the vast emptiness of space, the faster you move, the slower you age. I have to believe the same holds true for Pittsburgh. You care to join me?
Michael Charles Novotny: You'll have to stay forever young without me.
Brian Kinney: I understand, you're in a committed relationship with your, what is that hideous expression? Significant other? Loser.

Justin: He loves me.
Brian Kinney: Your dreamy-eyed school boy.
Justin: In ways that you can't.
Brian Kinney: In ways that I won't.

Brian Kinney: You stupid little twat, never let anyone fuck you without a condom.
Justin: You're not just anyone.
Brian Kinney: Yeah, I'm sure that's what Ben thought about the guy who infected him. Put it on me... I want you safe. I want you around for a long time.

Emmett: If you ask me, nobody makes a better woman than a gay man.

Emmett: I prefer to think of them all as lunatics. Except for Aunt Lulah, who was supposed to be the crazy one. She was my only friend.

Michael: ...in ways that maybe no one intended, those superheroes were a lot like me. At work they're meek, underappreciated... they're the guys that never get laid. And when they're around other people, they can never let anyone get too close for fear that their true identities will be discovered.

Debbie: A leopard can't change his stripes and neither can a queer.

Debbie: Article fourteen of the Super Mom handbook says no kicking assholes when they're down. They'd take away my halo.

Debbie: You get my tits in a knot, Sunshine, and you're gonna be in deep shit.

Debbie: I'm biting my tongue so hard I'm tasting blood.

Melanie: There's no fucking way Brian Kinney's fucking sperm are doing the breaststroke in my fallopian tube.

Michael: I want you to know what you're doing really sucks.
Brian: Oh Christ, not you too. Look, Stockwell's just stirring shit up. Once he gets elected this will all blow over.
Michael: You think it's going to blow over for Ted?
Brian: Um, Ted fucked up. That's not my problem.
Michael: Mom's right, you don't care about anyone but yourself.
Brian: Well if I don't who will, you know? Stockwell and his supporters are my first class ticket out of this second-rate, second-class Burg.
Michael: What about about your 'second-rate' friends?
Brian: When I'm on the 99th floor of my new office in New York, this will all seem like a distant memory.
Michael: Fine. Go.
[starts to leave]
Michael: Take Justin with you.
Brian: Wait, you didn't let me finish. It'll all seem like a distant memory except for you. Because no matter where I go or who I'm with. I'll always love you.
Michael: Bullshit.
Brian: It's not bullshit.
[He kisses Michael on the forehead]

Brian: Do you know what I remember from high school?
Michael: That time in Biology when you beat off in a test tube and tried to call it your science experiment?
Brian: Food. There was always lots of food at your house.
Michael: Well, that's an Italian thing. And there was always lots of booze at your house.
Brian: That's an Irish thing.

Michael: [about the casting of the lead character of his comic book] Well, I heard straight actors won't take gay roles.

Emmett: [on coming out] Why tell anyone? Why lose everything when it can just be your little secret? You see, it was different for me. Everyone could tell who I was from the start and it didn't make my life any easier. I've been beaten up, cursed at, spit on, ignored... but in a way it was worth it. Because I have never had to live a lie and I'm not about to start now. Not for you, not for anyone.

Emmett: What kind of homosexual are you?
Brian: The kind that fucks men.

[Brian's looking at his car]
Brian: This is like that time in 7th grade when I lent you my brand new 10-speed and when you brought it back my front fender was crushed, my seat was torn...
Michael: I was hit by a bus!

[walking up to a drunk Emmett]
Justin: We're going to Babylon. You wanna come?
Emmett: I'm not really in the mood for men or muscles or music... I'd rather stay here, get shit-faced.
Brian: You passed shit-faced about 10 miles back.
Emmett: So I've had a few cocktails. Does that qualify me for rehab? Besides, I've already been there.
Justin: Did you see Ted?
Emmett: And you'll never guess who's there with him.
Brian: Liza?
Justin: Robert Downey, Jr.?
Brian: Ben Affleck?
Justin: Matthew Perry?

Brian: Basic rule of advertising and eternal damnation: Once you sell your soul to the devil, he holds the copyright.

Debbie: So, how was your last trick?
Emmett: Mmm, big dick. Teeny brain.
Debbie: The best kind!

Debbie: Out of my way or I'll punch you out.
Vic: Your doctor told you not to exert yourself.
Debbie: Well fuck 'em! I punched you out when you were a kid, and I can punch you out now!

[about Gus]
Lindsay: Isn't he a little young for James Dean?
Brian: Well you don't want him watching The Teletubbies. Might make him gay.

[looking at Melanie's ultra-sound]
Michael: Holy shit! Would you check out the dick on this kid?
Lindsay: That's the umbilical cord.
Melanie: Besides, you can't tell from this if it's a boy or girl. Although something tells me a princess is on the way.
Michael: Well, it's Ok with me if he's gay.

Michael: You can't open someone else's mail. It's a federal offense.
Hunter: I can see it now: I'm on Death Row awaiting a lethal injection. This mass murderer who killed 48 babies and ate them asks me what I'm being executed for. I say, "Opening Ben's letter."

Brian: We're queer. We don't need marriage. We don't need the sanction of dickless politicians and pederast priests. We fuck who we want to, when we want to. That is our God-given right.
Michael: But it is also our God-given right to have everything that straight people have. Because we're every bit as much human as they are.

Debbie: There is an alternative to going out in a blaze of glory, and that's giving 'em all the big 'Fuck you.'

Emmett: Teddy, how many of those power bars have you had?
Ted: [shrug] Who's counting?
Emmett: I am. That's your fourth. Do you know the number of carbs in those things, not to mention the calories?
Ted: So I'll burn 'em off.
Emmett: Honey, you'd have to go up in flames.

[Brian tells Ted he plans to buy Babylon]
Brian: I want it!
Ted: Oh, you want it! What for?
Brian: I gotta keep the boys off the street at night. I gotta provide them with a warm, friendly environment in which to use illegal substances and have promiscuous sex - safely, of course.
Ted: Noble sentiment. But investment-wise, not very practical.
Brian: And what would be practical, Theodore? To get married? And move to the suburbs? And become a home-lovin', child-raisin', God-fearin' imitation heterosexual? And for what? So that I can become another dead soul, goin' to the mall, droppin' my kids off at school, and having barbecues in the backyard? That's *their* death. Not mine. I'm a cock-sucker! I'm queer! And to anyone who takes pity or offense, I say, "judge yourself." This is where I live. This is who I am.

[Brian's just about to re-open Babylon]
Brian: I haven't had this much fun with a toy since my Erector Set!
Emmett: My parents couldn't afford an Erector Set. So I decided to play with the one God gave me.

Brian: When did you change?
Michael: What?
Brian: When did you become this pious, sanctimonious, judgmental twit?
Michael: The point is not when did I change, the point is why haven't you? When are you gonna stop being some over-the-hill club boy and grow up?
Brian: Oh, so now I'm the object of your disapproval, too. You and the Nutty Professor get married, in fucking Canada! You move to Stepford Avenue with all the other ersatz heterosexuals, and suddenly that gives you the right to make pronouncements on everybody else's life? Well, welcome to the other side of your perfect marriage, Mikey. It's called gay divorce. Fags and dykes can fuck up their lives just like the rest of the world.

Debbie: My good ring just fell behind the fridge!
Michael: Your *good* ring?
Debbie: Yeah, the one I got on the TV show.
Vic: From the Joan Rivers Collection.
Debbie: And don't say a fucking thing about her. I like that she's got a big, dirty mouth that gets her in trouble.

Emmett: My intuition tells me things are not going to go well tonight.
Ted: Well, your intuition also told you Madonna was going to win an Oscar for "Evita."
Emmett: She *so* deserved it.

Mel: Don't fuck with Mother Nature, huh? Well, I'm here to tell her, don't fuck with me!

Debbie: Well, as far as I'm concerned, it ain't over until the... slightly-overweight-but-still-working-on-it lady sings.

Debbie: A word of advice, my sweet Emmett - mourn the losses because they are many. But celebrate the victories because they are few.

Brian: [shows Lindsay a poster] Blue Rooster. The chicken chain. They need a campaign for their new 16-ounce sandwich. How do ya like, "When You're Hungry For A Big Cock!"?
[Lindsay blankly stares]
Brian: Yeah, they didn't like it either.

Brian: I'm sure there are millions of faggots who'd love nothing more than to walk the straight-and-narrow, but I'd sooner die than see Liberty Avenue homogenized and de-homo-ized.

Brian: Sunshine, how did I ever get along without you?
Justin: You didn't.

[there is a huge line outside Babylon]
Emmett: Brian must be giving blow jobs to get customers. Honestly, he has no shame.

[doing his Queer Guy segment on the news]
Emmett: Hi. I'm Emmett Honeycutt, your Queer Guy. And certified member of the 4-F Club. That's fashion, food, furnishings, and
[chuckles]
Emmett: we'll save the last F for cable.

Melanie: [about passing baby J.R. around] If you would've listened to me and done what I said, we wouldn't be playing this game of, "Baby, Baby, Who's Got The Baby?".
Lindsay: That's what's killing you, isn't it? It has nothing to do with the baby or the custody agreement. It has to do with you, Melanie Marcus, not getting her way, not having complete control over everything. Well, tough shit, ya don't!

Monty: Which one of you is the gardener and which one's the chef?
Justin: I really like cooking.
Brian: And I love planting my seed in some hole...
[everyone looks at him strangely]
Brian: ... in the ground.

Brian: [about Monty and Eli thinking Babylon is trashy] So many couples I speak to these days feel that way. That's why I'm starting Monogamous Mondays.

[Ted is just about to have plastic surgery, and he has lines and arrows drawn all over his face]
Ted: Look at me! I look like a cow chart in the butcher shop!

[having just come home from the hospital after hitting his head during a swim meet]
Hunter: Two hours for a fuckin' Band-Aid. Good thing I wasn't decapitated or I'd be sitting in that goddamn Emergency Room holding my head all night.

Lindsay: He's been saying "Dada" all morning.
Brian: So he's developed an interest in German surrealism...

Michael: Rather than missing what used to be, I look forward to what's yet to be.

Brian: Good evening, twats.
Emmett: Would you kindly refrain from using derogatory references to women, since they represent half my fan base.
Brian: Have any hermaphrodites?
Emmett: I don't think so.
Brian: Good. Go fuck yourself.

Emmett: Do you think I'm physically attractive? Sexy?
Debbie: Keeping in mind that I'm a heterosexual woman of a certain age, and you're queer as they come - fuck, yeah.

[talking about Hunter leaving]
Michael: He was determined to leave so he left. There wasn't anything we could've done to stop him. Why are you beating yourself up over it?
Ben: Because he was my blood. You still have a healthy baby daughter, Michael. She'll be loved, sent to a good school, raised in a world where she'll have every chance, every opportunity. Not like Hunter who had nothing. Less than nothing. I wanted to give him all those things he never had.
Michael: So did I
Ben: But I failed.
Michael: You didn't fail.
Ben: Yes I did. I did fail.
Michael: We gave him a home, everything we could of ourselves to make him part of our family.
Ben: Then why isn't he still here?

Emmett: Apparently Pittsburgh is not ready to handle the fact that not only are queers anatomically corrrect, but they actually use all their parts.

Troy: Fucking losers! They just don't get it, do they? These guys, I feel sorry for them. I can't help it, it's my nature. So out of the goodness of my heart, I have sex with them, give them something to remember for a rainy day. But it's never enough. They're pitiful. Fucking pitiful.
Ted: I know what you mean... I was one of them.
Troy: What? You're hot.
Ted: You didn't think so then. Pride, 2002.
Troy: Thought there was something familiar about you.
Ted: Yeah, I was one of your pity fucks. A fact you made painfully clear. Well, guess what? Now you're mine.

[Ben opens the front door]
Ben: Brian!
Brian: Excellent, Professor. You recognize the subject and can identify him by name.
Ben: We've gone to bed.
Brian: That's right, I forgot. The Stepford Husbands turn in early!

[about Justin leaving]
Brian: You infected him, with your petty, bourgois, mediocre, conformist, assimilationist life! Thanks to you he's got visions - babies, weddings, white picket fences - dancing in his blond little head.
Michael: And you think *I* put them there?
Brian: Before you and your husband tied the noose around your necks he was perfectly happy! But now, he's a defector, just like the rest of you!
Michael: He was never perfectly happy! Waiting for years for you to say "I love you, you're the only one I want."
Brian: That's *not* who I am!
Michael: Don't we all know!

[Ted's trying to get Brian to talk about losing both Michael and Justin]
Ted: You can't fool me. You gotta free yourself of this burden. Release it. Let it all hang out.
Brian: My mother was a frigid bitch. My father was an abusive drunk. They had a hateful marriage, which is probably why I am unwilling or unable to form a committed long-term relationship of my own. The fact that I drink like a fish, abuse drugs, and have more or less redefined promiscuity doesn't help, much. As a result, I've lost the two people in my life that mean most to me.

Emmett: [talking to himself] Emm, don't be such a scaredy queen. No-one's stalking you. Why would anybody stalk you? Just because you're on the Channel 5 news, and everybody adores the Queer Guy. And of course there is the undeniable fact that you have an awesome ass.

[after talking to homophobic people all day]
Corinne: I wanted to say, "How can you be such a bigoted, ignorant asshole and still call yourself an American?"
Melanie: What *did* President Bush say?

[Michael says that Ben's been heartbroken since Hunter left]
Debbie: You two having sex?
Michael: Ma!

Brian: Remember what I said to you last night?
Justin: Yes, I heard. You said you love me.
Brian: Then how about marrying me?

Ted: The contractor just told me that Babylon will be back on its dancing feet in no time with enough insurance money left over to put in that new sound system.
Brian: That's good news. Except I've decided not to reopen the club.
Ted: What?
Brian: Babylon is history.
Ted: But it's your baby, your toy, your personal playground.
Brian: Well, now it's a battleground.
Ted: What are you gonna do with it?
Brian: You said there're developers who wanna tear it down, put in a mini mall.
Ted: And you said you'd sooner die than see our happy homo home homogenized.
Brian: Enough people have already died. Anyway, who'd pay 20 bucks to dance in the memory of bombs and corpses?

[at the candlelight vigil for those injured or killed in the explosion at Babylon]
Drew Boyd: I was asked to say a few words tonight. I asked "why?" They said, "Because you're a hero." A hero... Because I played football? Because after a lifetime of denial I was finally honest about who I am? I don't call that heroic. What *is* heroic is standing up for the rights you deserve, no matter what the consequences. And that's exactly what those who were injured... and who lost their lives last night were doing. Or trying to before they were stopped. But they were up against a powerful opponent - hatred. Hatred spread by those that want to deny others what's rightfully theirs. In the name of *their* God, *their* family, *their* country. I guess they forgot that America belongs to everyone.

Melanie: I used to hate it when Brian would say, "There are two kinds of straight people in this world - the ones who hate you to your face, and the ones who hate you behind your back," because I knew that wasn't true, there are plenty of straight people who don't hate us. But the ones who do no longer have to do it behind our backs, they can do it in the White House, in the churches, on television, in the streets! Is that the kinda place we wanna live? Is that the kinda place we wanna raise our kids?

[after she's read Brian and Justin's wedding announcement]
Debbie: There's only one explanation - he must've knocked up Sunshine.

Michael: Look, what happened between us, I just wanted to say...
Brian: Forget it. I behaved like an asshole; you behaved like a bigger one. So... you wanna be my best man?
Michael: Really?
Brian: You've always stood up for me. Why should now be any different?

[Michael can't stand to talk about Mel and Linz moving]
Michael: I don't wanna talk about this.
Brian: Fine, let's talk about something else. What should I wear to my wedding? My mom wants me to wear the gown she wore, but, let's face it, she never had much luck.

[Justin's making the wedding seating chart while he and Brian are talking about Gus moving]
Justin: Y'know, you amaze me. He's your son and you're acting like you don't give a shit.
Brian: They're his parents, not me. I'm just...
Justin: An uncredited guest appearance, I know. You should give yourself more credit. I see how you are when you're with him, it's like nobody else on earth exists. And the way he looks at you...
Brian: Y'know, I don't think you should seat your mom's boyfriend next to Debbie unless you're trying to scare him away.
Justin: Would you listen to me? Are you listening?
Brian: Yeah, I'm listening.
Justin: You are not your father. You love your son. Now what's it gonna take for you to admit it, another bomb?

[Brian doesn't want Gus to move to Canada]
Brian: He's not the only one I'm going to be losing. I don't want you to go, Wendy.
Lindsay: I have to, Peter.

Emmett: As Deb once said to me, "Em, you've been on more wieners than French's mustard."

Michael: This is where it all began...
Brian: ...and ended.
Michael: But it's who we are. It's what made us.
Brian: Didn't you say that this was all just a cheap illusion? That outside life goes on and in here nothing ever changes?
Michael: I did say that, yes, but that was before I realized that some things aren't meant to change. Dance with me.

[Justin walks out in his wedding tux]
Brian: Holy shit.
Justin: What?
Brian: You look...
Justin: Good? Bad? Laughable?
Brian: Beautiful.

[at Brian's stag party]
Michael: Can I have your attention, please? I would like to offer a toast to the memory of Brian Kinney. Out-going, friendly, some would say to a fault, he never met a man he didn't like.

Ben: In his younger days, Brian dreamed of being a lawyer. He said, "I want to get innocent men off. I'll go to any length to get to the bottom of things."
Emmett: Later on in life, he devoted himself to volunteer work. It's true. If he heard that someone was laid up, or flat on his back, he'd come time and time again until they felt better.
Michael: So, now that he's gone, I'm sure that there's not a man in this room who wouldn't agree that he has left a hole that can never be filled. Here's to Brian!

Melanie: You finally grew a heart.
Brian: Maybe you'll have the same luck growing a penis.

[about their first night at Babylon, so many years ago]
Brian: I thought I looked pretty hot.
Michael: You did look pretty hot... That night I jerked off thinking about you.
Brian: Well, whaddya know. I jerked off thinking about me, too.

[giving his speech at the Committee for Human Rights]
Michael: It's an honor to stand here today, considering a few weeks ago the doctors weren't sure I was going to make it. But I was one of the lucky ones. I'm here. And as terrifying as it was, I'd be there again to defeat a bill that would deny rights to Americans just because they're gay. I have a loving partner, two wonderful kids, a home, a small business. The truth is, I'm just like you.

[puts away prepared speech and speaks from the heart]
Michael: Actually, that's not the truth. Sure, in a lot of ways, I am just like you. I wanna be happy, I want some security, a little extra money in my pocket, but in many ways, my life is nothing like yours. Why should it be? Do we all have to have the same lives to have the same rights? I thought that diversity was what this country was all about. In the gay community, we have drag queens, leather daddies, trannies, and couples with children - every color of the rainbow. My mother's standing way in the back with some friends. My friends. She once told me that people are like snowflakes; every one special and unique... and in the morning you have to shovel 'em off the driveway. But being different is what makes us all the same. It's what makes us family.

Ethan: Why do you have to be so antisocial?
Justin: I'm not antisocial. I just can't stand people.

Debbie: Do you know what MYOB stands for?
Ted, Emmett: [look blankly]
Debbie: Mind your own fucking business.
Ted: Shouldn't there be an "f" in there?
Emmett: [nods] Mmm.

Brian: I don't want to be with someone who sacrified their life and called it love... to be with me.
Justin: Neither do I.

Ben: Instead of being our foster son, we'd like you to be our real son. That is, if you'd like us to be your fathers.
Hunter: You mean, you wanna adopt me?
Michael: As soon as possible, in case Prop 14 passes.

[Hunter begins writing in his journal, talking aloud]
Hunter: Today Michael and Ben asked me to be their son... I said yes.

[Ted and Emmett are at a ski lodge, with Ted just about to blow out his birthday candles]
Ted: Every year I always wish for the same thing - a boyfriend. Someone to love who'll love me. This year I think I'm gonna wish for something else. The wisdom and maturity to realize that I won't find what I want by looking for it. Not expect someone else to give me what I never gave myself. That I'm not a half waiting to be made a whole. And even if that special person never comes along... I'll be just fine.
[Suddenly, Blake walks up behind Ted]
Blake Wyzecki: Ted?
Ted: Blake?
Blake Wyzecki: I thought it was you.
Ted: What are you doing here?
Blake Wyzecki: I'm on the gay ski team. And it's gay ski week.
Ted: Right. Uh, you remember...
Blake Wyzecki: Emmett.
Emmett: Yeah, wow, what a surprise. And Teddy was just about to hang up his skis.

Calvin: Pardon me, but aren't you Emmett Honeycutt, of the Hazelhurst, Mississippi Honeycutts?
Emmett: Why, yes I am. And you are?
Calvin: Ah...
Emmett: Oh, my God. You're Calvin Colpepper! You were on the boys' swim team in high school! I used to go to those meets just hoping your trunks would slip off.
Calvin: Oh, now...
Emmett: But I always thought you were, um...
Calvin: So did I.
Emmett: So what do you say we go back to my room and reminisce about old times?
Calvin: There's not that much to reminisce about.
Emmett: I know.

[just as Mel and Linz are leaving for Canada]
Debbie: Hold it. I don't care where you're going and I don't care what you're doing, but you better get your asses back here every Thanksgiving, Christmas, Fourth of July, Chanukah, and Mother's Day. Cos you know how I feel about family.
Melanie: We wouldn't be one without you, Deb.
Lindsay: You'll be all right?
Brian: Wiffout you cwazy wesbians?
Lindsay: I meant Justin.
Brian: He's a selfish prick. Thinks only of himself.
Lindsay: You taught him well... I know. I'm sorry. No apologies.
Brian: No regrets.
[they kiss]

[Justin's about to leave for New York]
Justin: I'll be back. And you'll come there, we're gonna see each other all the time.
Brian: You don't know that. Neither do I. Whether we see each other next week, next month, never again, it doesn't matter. It's only time.
Justin: [picking up the box that holds their wedding rings] You didn't return them?
Brian: I didn't return them.
Justin: We don't need rings or vows to prove that we love each other. We already know that.

Brian: ...You did it.
Justin: Did what?
Brian: Became the best homosexual you could possibly be.

Michael: You'll always be young. You'll always be beautiful. You're Brian Kinney, for fuck's sake!

Michael: If God wanted me on ice, he would have made me a vodka martini.

Justin: [Brian has decided to move to New York] We should stop him.
Michael: Stop Brian... right. Next we can take on Starbucks.

Michael: I'm sure he would go if I wanted him to.
Brian: Uh-huh.
Michael: It's true!
Brian: All right, then make sure he's there.
Michael: All right, I will.
Brian: Okay.
Michael: Okay.
Brian: Great.
Michael: Fine.

Melanie: [about Lindsay marrying Guillaume] What if he never leaves? What if he becomes a permanent fixture?
Brian: What if my aunt had balls? She'd be my uncle.

[Brian has been acting uninterested in sex with Justin]
Justin: He's never turned me down before.
Emmett: I have to admit, that doesn't sound like the Brian Kinney we all know and... feel ambivalent about.

Debbie: [trying to comfort Michael when he was unable to donate his sperm] Don't be so hard on yourself.
Brian Kinney: [turns around] I wouldn't mention "hard on!"