Daniel: Talking shit talking shit talking shit talking shit
Louis: Visibly fighting back a mental breakdown
Armand:

imported per request, i'm fucking crying

ŒIE AM GOING THRÈUE A TEURNINGUE POINTE EEN MY LIFE

Talamasca: We watch, and we are always there.
Daniel Molloy for god knows what reason:

JCS is a rock opera. Opera in particular has an extensive history of swapping genders for roles, and racially open/diverse casting has been a part of JCS since the very beginning, as has queer subtext. Thinking the solution to bigotry is to make ourselves less visible is to give the bigots victory.

"Listen, you broken-down old queen. He was drunk. He was hot. You got lucky! Don't ever call here again!"
"Who was that?"
"WRONG NUMBER!"

cannibalism is always a metaphor for deeply intellectual obsessive queer love ♥

I bet some of you sick fucks were glad at the sight of Wallace's motionless corpse

SO IF YOU CARE TO FIND ME LOOK TO THE WESTERN SKY