Audience Member: She's a dyke! Look at those tattoos.
Bonnie: Oh Mr. David, this is even better than amyl nitrate. It's better than Carvada. It's even better than heroin! Oh Jesus, this is even better than last time! if only we could perform acts 24 hours a day! Oh, that would be supreme happiness.
Cookie: You've driven me from my own home! [gets shot]

Bonnie: Mr. David, am I better than Lady Divine?
Mr. David: Different. Just completely different.

Bonnie: Mr. David, I have to see you again! I want to perform acts with you! Now!
Mr. David: You know that's impossible.
Bonnie: Oh please, please! Oh, god! God damnit!

Bonnie: No one has been near my private parts... except for this old lady I met on the bus.
Mr. David: You've been lying all long.
Bonnie: Oh no, no I haven't Mr. David. It was just she was so old I felt bad for her. I only let her... well, you know. It was no big production or anything, it was on the bus and all.

Lady Divine: And how about you, Mr. Angel? How about your being an accomplice and how about Sharon Tate? How about that!
Mr. David: [putting his head in his hands] I told you to never mention that again!

Lady Divine: Go fix yourself a sandwich!
Ricky: Is there any bologna in there?
Lady Divine: And some cheese. Anything you want, just you know go ahead and fix yourself a sandwich!

Lady Divine: How dare you contaminate my dressing room with this little piece of filth!
Mr. David: She is not! She's an auto-erotic acomprophasiac and a gerontophiliac and I just thought you might be interested in her for the show, that's all.
Bonnie: Yes and I can start immediately. I have this great act all worked out, with this great old man in his late 70s and his mirror, well, actually he's my --
Lady Divine: [in disgust] Oh!
Bonnie: ...and we used to have kind of a thing together, and I heard about this show and I thought what an ideal setup, I mean!
Lady Divine: Get her out! Get her out of here! How can you flaunt your cheap little one-night-stands in my face, especially at a time like this!

Lady Divine: Oh, but I don't even know your name!
Mink: It's Mink, but lots of people just call me The Religious Whore.

Mink: Isn't there anybody else we could do it on? I mean...
Lady Divine: There's nobody left! Nobody!
Mink: We could find someone!
Lady Divine: Who, but who?!
Mink: God, there are hundreds of people I have in my fantasies! Ann Margaret, Patricia Nixon, Shirley Temple, the Pope!
Lady Divine: Oh Mink, we could go on for days! Oh it would be wonderful! Ronald Reagan and his family, the entire Baltimore police force, and BARBARA STREISAND!

Mr. David: So you finally turned dyke, well, I'm not surprised!
Lady Divine: DYKE!? Look who's talking, all peroxided up!

I usually sleep in churches, you know, in the confessionals. They lock all the churches up at night now because of all the thieves and they never check the confessionals. Saturday nights are the only problem, and nights that are holy days because of early masses the next day. And Lent, shit, forget it, I gotta hang in synagogues then, and it's just not the same thing if you know what I mean.

I was in agony! I had been raped before but never in such an unnatural and brutal way!

If it wasn't for me you'd still be back in Boston doing poodle-nappings from those old bitches.

It was then that I realized that she was using her rosary as a tool of erotic pleasure! She made me get into a kneeling position. My head was spinning. And all at once, she inserted her rosary into one of my most private parts!

Oh, Jesus, you're my first celebrity I ever gave a rosary job to! And at St. Cecilia's, oh, wow, imagine!