Mambo italiano

Angelo Barberini:
Before I go, there is one last thing I want to do.

Angelo Barberini:
God help us, it's real!

Angelo:
Being gay and Italian is a fate worse than... actually there is no fate worse than being gay and Italian.

Angelo:
Are you okay?

Anna:
I will be once the Valium kicks in.

Anna:
So, how's your writing going?

Angelo:
Never better - I gave up.

Pina:
Me, I can convert anybody. Give me an hour in the Gay Village and there's not gonna be a Gay Village no more! Hai capito?

Alicia:
I'm Alicia, and um... I wanna join Gay Helpline because... if I could prevent just *one* gay teen from putting a bullet through his head and make him stand up and shout "I'm gay... *gay*! And if you don't like it, you can all go

Alicia:
f*** yourselves, you twisted motherf***ers!"

Alicia:
then I'll be happy.

Nino Paventi:
How'd you get in here? The door was locked, the alarm system was on...

Lina Paventi:
Nino, I'm Sicilian.

Angelo Barberini:
Dear Nino, this is the only way I can think of that I might be able to reach you. So I ask you: Please read this through before closing your mind, before shutting me out forever. Keeping my love for you a secret from the world seemed like a betrayal of that love. Now I know that I don't need anyone else to know about us. We are in love and even if a closet must protect our love it will never contain. I would do anything to make things right again. There is no one if there isn't you, Nino. When you left, everything stopped making sense. I love you, Nino, and I can't bear to be without you. Your Angelo.

Peter:
Angelo, if you can't have compassion for yourself, how you gonna have it for others?