Darius Lovehall:
Say, baby... can I be Your slave? I've got to admit girl you're the shit girl... and I'm digging you like a grave. Now, do they call you Daughter to the Spinning Pulsar... or maybe Queen of 10,000 moons? Sister to the Distant yet Rising Star? Is your name Yemaya? Oh, hell no. Its got to be Oshun. Oooh, is that a smile me put on your face, child... wide as a field of jasmine and clover? Talk that talk, honey. Walk that walk, money. High on legs that'll spite Jehovah. Shit. Who am I? It's not important. But me they call me brother to the night. And right now... I'm the blues in yourleft thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Who am I? I'll be whoever you say? But right now I'm the sight-raped hunter... blindly pursuing you as my prey. And I just want to give you injections... of sublime erections... and get you to dance to my rhythm... make you dream archetypes... of black angels in flight... upon wings of distorted, contorted... metaphoric jizm. Come on slim. Fuck your man. I ain't worried about him. It's you who I want to step to my scene. 'cause rather the deal with the fallacy... of this dry-ass reality... I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wet dream. Who am I? Well, they call me Brother to the night. And right now I'm the blues in your left thigh... trying to become the funk in your right. Is that all right?
Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.
Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring.
Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more.
And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.
Drill Instructor McSweeney:
[pointing at chalkboard] What is that? I bet one of our dainty recruits knows, how 'bout you, Wolf?
Ryan Wolf:
It is an assortment of Japanese sushi, sir!
Drill Instructor McSweeney:
An assortment, Wolf?
Ryan Wolf:
Yes, sir!
Drill Instructor McSweeney:
Is it a plethora, Wolf, a myriad?
Ryan Wolf:
[smiling] Yes, sir!
Drill Instructor McSweeney:
You know something, Wolf? You're gonna be doing a myriad of push-ups if you don't get that smile off your face, now get outa here!
Conor O'Neill:
Good morning. Um, Gerius was a player on the Kekemas baseball team I coach. Honestly he, uh, he was too young to play. But he wanted to be a part of the team so badly, I couldn't say no. He had a great smile too though I'm not telling you anything you don't know. He was a really tough guy. Just a boy really who, uh, wanted to be around his older brother. The other day we played a really important game against a good team. And two outs in the last inning, I had no choice but to let Gerius bat. He was fearless as he stepped to the plate. I was terrified for him. With two strikes and our hopes dwindling, he hit a shot down the first base line. He won the game. And watching him raise his arms in triumph as he ran to first base, I swear I was lifted in that moment to a better place. I swear he, uh, he lifted the world in that moment. He made me a better person, even if just for that moment. I am, uh, forever grateful to Gerius for that.
Gale:
Looks like we've got a serial killer on our hands!
Deputy Dwight "Dewey" Riley:
Well, a "serial killer" is not really accurate. Gotta knock off a couple more to get that title.
Gale:
Well, we can help, can't we? I mean, we certainly don't have any leads. Have you located Sidney's father yet?
Deputy Dwight "Dewey" Riley:
No, not yet.
Gale:
Well, he's not a suspect, is he?
Deputy Dwight "Dewey" Riley:
We haven't ruled him out as a possibility. [He becomes aware that he is gazing too long at her eyes]
Deputy Dwight "Dewey" Riley:
If you'll excuse me. [Dewey turns away, but Gale pursues and grabs his arm]
Gale:
I'm sorry, am I keeping you?
Deputy Dwight "Dewey" Riley:
[Turning back to her, he removes his hat] If I may say so, Miss Weathers, you are much prettier in person. [He gives her a flirty smile and turns away again to run up the school steps]
Gale:
[delighted] So you do watch the show! [Dewey stops and turns back]
Deputy Dwight "Dewey" Riley:
I'm 25. I was 24 for a whole year.
Roxie:
Oh, Miss Kelly, got your personals. freshly pressed by yours truly. [Velma pulls some cash out of her shirt]
Roxie:
No, no, it's my pleasure.
Velma Kelly:
[Begins to walk away]
Roxie:
Hey, can i ask you something? [Velma turns around]
Roxie:
You know that Harrison guy? Well he said what I done is a hangin' case and that he's prepared to ask for the maximum penalty.
Velma Kelly:
Yea? So?
Roxie:
So, I'm scared, I would really appreciate some advice, especially from someone I admire as much as you.You see, since I can remember, I have wanted to be on the stage. [Smiles]
Velma Kelly:
Oh really? What's your talent? Washin' and dryin'?
Roxie:
[Smile fades] No, no, I danced in the chorus.
Velma Kelly:
Oh.
Roxie:
Well, that was before I met my husband, Amos...
Velma Kelly:
Look, honey, you want some advice? Well, here it is, direct from me to you. Keep your paws off my underwear, 'kay?
Roxie:
Yeah, okay. Thanks.
Roxie:
[Once Velma is out of earshot] For nothin'
