The Best Pose Quotes

Pray: Is this really fucking happening again? Another fight! I'm shutting this ball down!

Elektra: You disgust me!

Stan: I'm no one. I want what I'm supposed to want, I wear what I'm supposed to wear and I work where I'm supposed to work. I stand for nothing. I've never fought in a war and I probably won't ever have to case the next on's gonna kill us all. I can buy things I can't afford which means they're never really mine. I don't live. I don't believe. I accumulate. I'm a brand, a middle-class white guy. But you're who you are even though the price you pay for it is being disinvited from the rest of the world. I'm the one playing dress-up. Is it wrong to want to be with one of the few people in the world who isn't, to have one person in my life who I know is real?

Angel: What's your deal here? Usually, the ones like you are either gay won't admit it or straight but too afraid to ask their wife to stick a finger up their behind.
Stan: [CHUCKLES] Jesus. I'm neither of those things. I'm not gay. I don't understand. You hadn't touched me. Not a blow job in the car or nothing. But you want to possess me. Why? What are you? I'm no one. I want what I'm supposed to want, I wear what I'm supposed to wear, and I work where I'm supposed to work. I stand for nothing. I've never fought in a war and I probably won't ever have to, 'cause the next one's gonna kill us all. I can buy things I can't afford, which means they're never really mine. I don't live. I don't believe. I accumulate. I'm a brand a middle-class white guy. But you're who you are even though the price you pay for it is being disinvited from the rest of the world. I'm the one playing dress-up. Is it wrong to want to be with one of the few people in the world who isn't, to have one person in my life who I know is real?
Angel: You think of me as a real woman?
Stan: You'd be crazy to choose this life if you didn't have to.

[repeated line]
Pray: The category is: Live. Work. Pose!

Candy: Why don't you take that mic and shove it up your loose ass and go fuck yourself?
Pray: I do so every day. With glee bitch!

Angel: You were lying.
Stan: I'm not lying.
Angel: Did you shoot your load with your wife earlier? No room for seconds with your mistress?
Stan: Angel, what's wrong? You're acting crazy. Are you drunk?
Angel: Aahh-naah. I want to know the truth. Just say it. You're more attracted to her than you are to me. She must have those nice round hips after havin' those babies, right?
Stan: Come on, baby. Come on. It's just the booze. It's just the booze. Come on.
Angel: No.

Elektra: You have the luxury of choosing loneliness. For some people, it's not optional.

Lil: Angel, I am a prize, too, and I need you to know that.

Blanca: Do you know what the greatest pain a person can feel is? The greatest tragedy a life can experience? It is having a truth inside of you and you not being able to share it. It is having a great beauty, and no one there to see it. This young boy has been discarded, and he is so young; he believes that it has something to do with who he is. It's like cancer. It is going to eat at him from the inside until he starts to resent even the best parts of himself.

Stan: This is The Game of Life, baby. You just, you spin the wheel and you move through the board. And then you, uh you get stuff on the way and whoever gets the most money and gets married and has the most kids at the end of the game wins.
Bobbi: And if there isn't a part of the game where you pee every time you sneeze and every so-called friend disappoints you, it's a fraud.

Lulu: What are you doing here? Is there a tired Old Bitches on Geritol category tonight?
Elektra: I'm here to walk with my house.
Candy: Not much of a house with only one bitch in it.
Lulu: More like a studio apartment.
Elektra: Didn't you hear the news? I'm walking with the House of Evangelista, to help them win a trophy or ten, but mostly to destroy you. Aphrodite, I've got no beef with you. You may go or stay if you don't mind the sight of blood.
Aphrodite: I've got nowhere to be.
Elektra: Good, then you can hear the disappointment in my voice as I count off the ways in which I have clearly failed as a mother. Look at the fruits of my labor: a foolhardy chunk who makes her living on the pole and a brainless wonder who thinks the way to get curves is to stick Charmin in her drawers or to inject cement into her derriere. House of Ferocity? You two are about as fierce as my morning corn flakes. You may have left my home but you can't leave me. I'm in your mind, that voice saying, "You're not good enough, little girl. You're not smart enough or tough enough or glamorous enough to make it in this world." And that little voice is going to eat away at you like termites until your whole pathetic house come crashing down. You think you're on the road to being legends but you couldn't make it from here to the door without me pointing the way. You're nothing but bags of rancid, rotting meat. Well, take a long last look at this filet mignon. I doubt we'll be conversing ever again unless I take a sudden interest in dying of boredom.