The Birdcage

[examining the sexually provocative designs on the bowls] Oh, what interesting china. It looks like young men playing leapfrog.

The Birdcage, CC BY-SA 4.0

Armand: Why are you giving him drugs? What the hell are Pirin tablets? Agador: It's aspirin with the "A" and the "S" scraped off. Armand: My God, what a brilliant idea! Agador: I know.

The Birdcage, CC BY-SA 4.0

Armand: Val's fiancée is coming tonight with her parents, and we thought... we thought it would be better if you weren't here. Albert: I see... I see. Val: It's just for tonight. Albert: I understand, it's just while people are here.

The Birdcage, CC BY-SA 4.0

Albert: Don't use that tone to me! Armand: What tone? Albert: That sarcastic contemptuous tone that means you know everything because you're a man, and I know nothing because I'm a woman. Armand: You're not a woman. Albert: Oh, you bastard!

The Birdcage, CC BY-SA 4.0

Albert: Whatever I am, he made me! I was adorable once, young and full of hope. And now look at me! I'm this short, fat, insecure, middle-aged THING! Armand: I made you short?

The Birdcage, CC BY-SA 4.0

Agador: Armand, why don't you let me be in the show? Are you afraid of my Guatemalan-ness? Armand: Your what? Agador: My Guatemalan-ness, my natural heat. You're afraid I'm too primitive to be on the stage with your little estrogen rockettes, right? Armand: You're right. I'm afraid of your heat.

The Birdcage, CC BY-SA 4.0