Stonewall

Stonewall, C.E.1995 British film by Nigel Finch.

Phrases:

 * [Faced with the charge of the special forces, with the demonstrators routed] The girls of Stonewall siam: | I'll do the perm; | we don't wear underwear; | pubic hair shows! | The queens of the Siam village: | we always look at ourselves | let's do the perm, | because we are girls! (A row of transvestites)
 * Everyone has their own legend about Stonewall, this is mine. Maybe I haven't told exactly everything in detail, but this is the story of my life, darling. Well, after all I'm a transvestite, and we don't always live in reality: we live in something even truer than reality; dreams are our world. We are more American than apple pie. (Narrator, conclusion)
 * Sorry, you can't change the world all at once. You see it? We don't look each other in the eye even in private. They are winning. Could we really love each other, Matt? [Mattie tries to kiss him, but he turns to make sure no one is looking.] I can't, I'm sorry: force of habit. (Ethan)

Dialogues:
Mattie: How the hell can they do that? As if we didn't have a constitution and rights. La Miranda: We don't have them. Only they have them. Mattie: Who would they be? La Miranda: America, the free and great America, the other America. Mattie: 'Fuck free America. We are the real America. At least we still believe in freedom, right? [...] How did I think it would be different in New York? La Miranda: The Statue of Liberty is a liar. La Miranda: Oh, yes I want to fight. I want to fight for love, freedom, and a current constitution. I want to fight the Viet Cong, the Russians, you, your mother, your father, and the damned Bureau of Un-American Activities: I want to screw the whole world, and you don't have to give me permission, or even her that forces me! Mattie: With pity, you mean! Ethan: The most important thing is that it's not hate, don't you think? Mattie: I can't accept it. La Miranda: What? Mattie: Is it my fault that I came into the world with a preponderance of female genes? Is it my fault if there are handsome men who don't need to wear tons of makeup? Is it my fault? No, it's not my fault! La Miranda: And whose fault is it if you're a piece of shit? Bostonia: I'm afraid of losing my little business down here, that's what I've got. Why do we keep talking about it? I'm a girl with a dick, and I'm not ready to lose it yet. [...] No, of course, they would never leave us alone, and the operation wouldn't change anything. Come here. [Try to hug him.] Vito: We can't! There are too many windows. Ethan: Many people don't even conceive of our existence, imagine if they would march. Mattie: Why? Ethan: An ordinance from the Middle Ages: you cannot wear provocative costumes on the beach. Mattie: You're not serious! Ethan: Let's not give excuses to these bastards, okay? Mattie: «We are dead and this is paradise». Vito: What could cheer you up? Bostonia: An ice cream. Among people, together with the man I love. I'm not asking for much. Vito: Okay. [...] I'm just changing, I'm becoming brave. Bostonia [hits him with both fists]: I've made my decision.
 * Ernestine: Oh, child... Miranda, no! Why are you always looking for trouble? La Miranda: Do you want to know why, Ernestine? Only for the subtle, irresistible charm that doing so has on me.
 * La Miranda: Ah, they're bastards. What need was there to confiscate my makeup case? This is real brutality.
 * Enlistor: Hector, don't you want to fight for your country?
 * Ethan: The reality is that the disease thesis is a concept that Americans can accept. And being seen with sympathy would already be a big step forward for us.
 * Mattie: Is it my fault if you don't know how to be a man?
 * Vito: I don't need a lover, is that clear? I need a wife, I want to be able to feel like a normal person. What do you find wrong with it? [...] Do you know what you have? You're afraid of becoming normal!
 * Mattie: If all the demonstrators had been wiped out by a bomb, at least the newspapers would have talked about it and the people would have mobilised: there must be more than thirty people who care; we have to find a way to get them out of their holes.
 * Ethan [on the beach]: We're dead and this is paradise. Nothing is really missing. And wait until you see the party! A disproportionate number of beautiful men all together. [A policeman whistles.] Cover yourself with the towel.
 * Bostonia [after Judy Garland's death]: Life really sucks. I no longer followed politics because I couldn't bear any more pain. Kennedy, Malcolm X, Luther King... And what did I do? I took refuge in the safety of superficiality. Only to find even more sadness than before!
 * Policeman Dary: Poor fagot. He doesn't know what to do, whether to kill me or kiss me.