寻梦纽约 (2001) 6.9

  Gypsy:

  [to Clive]

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  I want the world to hear my voice, you know. I want them to write my lyrics on their AOL profiles just like they do Stevie. And when my CD comes out, I want all these assholes to line up at the fucking mall and kiss my ass one sound-scan at a time.

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  Woman:

  Excuese me. May I ask you a question? Do you think it's appropriate to dance in a graveyard?

  Clive:

  Don't you think that we should dance while we can?

  Woman:

  I think you should have more respect for the dead and especially for yourself.

  Gypsy:

  Excuse me?

  Woman:

  I didn't want to mention this, but you could be a very pretty girl, but that

  [points at Gypsy's cleavage bearing ensemble]

  Woman:

  would be inappropriate for any young lady. Especially for someone your size.

  Gypsy:

  Look, Granny, I am a pretty girl, ok? Big is beautiful. Haven't you heard? And for the record, I don't give a flying fuck or a rolling rimjob what you or anyone else thinks of me. You're dismissed.

  Clive:

  I don't think I ever want to have sex.

  Gypsy:

  Mm-hmm

  Clive:

  I'm serious.

  Gypsy:

  Ok.

  Clive:

  I just want someone to kiss, with big, soft, delicious lips. He'd have to smother me in old-school romance. I mean, candles and incense, Mo?t and Chandon, but only in a deserted castle in the south of France.

  Gypsy:

  [releases pent-up laughter] Oh my god. You are so much more of a girl than I am.

  Clive:

  Sex just seems so... messy.

  Gypsy:

  Oh, no, no. Sex can be awesome. Not that I would remember, but...

  Clive:

  Maybe you and I should try.

  Gypsy:

  Yeah, well, I think I'm past my wayward-sex fag-hag test-fuck phase... but thanks for the offer. It's just "been there, done that."

  Clive:

  At least I'd know for sure.

  Gypsy:

  Honey, you're a queer, with a capital "Q."

  Clive:

  Ok, you know what? Some of us don't care to be defined by our sexuality.

  Gypsy:

  Ok, sorry. Can I ask you a question?

  Clive:

  What?

  Gypsy:

  Are you gay?

  Clive:

  Yes! But I don't have anything in common with those people. I mean, like I give a rat's ass about Judy Garland or... Stonewall!

  [Gypsy laughs]

  Clive:

  Being queer is a very small part of me.

  Gypsy:

  Yeah, whatever.