Tootsie quotes

32 total quotes (ID: 587)

Dorothy Michaels
Jeff Slater
Michael Dorsey
Multiple Characters
Sandy Lester

Ron Carlisle: [after Dorothy reveals she is a man] I knew there was a reason she didn't like me!

John: [finishing his drink] Dorothy, I want you.
Dorothy: I beg your pardon?

Michael: You should have seen the look on her face when she thought I was a lesbian.
George: "Lesbian"? You just said gay.
Michael: No, no, no - SANDY thinks I'm gay, JULIE thinks I'm a lesbian.
George: I thought Dorothy was supposed to be straight?
Michael: Dorothy IS straight. Tonight Les, the sweetest, nicest man in the world asked me to marry him.
George: A guy named Les wants YOU to marry him?
Michael: No, no, no - he wants to marry Dorothy.
George: Does he know she's a lesbian?
Michael: Dorothy's NOT a lesbian.
George: I know that, does HE know that?
Michael: Know WHAT?
George: That, er, I... I don't know.

I'm going to feel this way until I don't feel this way anymore.

[to April, dressed only in bra and panties] What kind of mother would I be if I didn't give my girls tits... tips?

That is one nutty hospital.

I don't believe in hell. I believe in UNEMPLOYMENT, but not hell.

[in her audition] Oh I know what y'all really want is some gross, caricature of a woman to prove some idiotic point that power makes a woman masculine, or masculine women are ugly. Well shame on you for letting a man do that, or any man that does that. That means you, dear. Miss Marshall. Shame on you, you macho shit head.

Ron: You don't like me, do you? Now, I can respect that. There's not many women that I can't make like me. Why don't you like me?
Dorothy: I don't like the way you treat Julie. I don't like the way you patronize her. I don't like the way you deceive her. I don't like the way you lie to her.
Ron: What do you mean?
Dorothy: You want me to go on?
Ron: No, no. I know what you mean.

I think we're getting into a weird area here.

I don't like when somebody comes up to me the next day and says, "Hey, man, I saw your play. It touched me; I cried." I like it when a guy comes up to me a week later and says, "Hey, man, I saw your play... what happened?"

Sandy: Wish me luck.
Michael: [trying to help her keep her anger for an audition] **** you.
Sandy: Thanks.
Michael: **** you.

Well, good night, Michael. It was a wonderful party. My date left with someone else. I had a lot of fun. Do you have any Seconol?

Sandy: Michael, are you gay?
Michael: In what sense?

I'm just afraid that you're going to burn in Hell for all this.