Angels in America2003

Joe Pitt:
I think we ought to pray. Ask God for help. Ask him together.

Harper Pitt:
God won't talk to me. I have to make up people to talk to me.

Joe Pitt:
You have to keep asking.

Harper Pitt:
I forgot the question?... Oh, yeah. God, is my husband a homo?

Joe Pitt:
Stop it! Stop it! I'm warning you! Does it make any difference that I might be one thing deep within? No matter how wrong or ugly that thing is so long as I have fought with everything I have to kill it? What do you want from me? What do you want from me Harper, more than that? For God's sake, there's nothing left. I'm a shell. There's nothing left to kill. As long as my behaviour is what I know it has to be, decent, correct that alone in the eyes of God.

Harper Pitt:
No, no, not that. That's Utah talk, Mormon talk. I hate it, Joe. Tell me, say it.

Joe Pitt:
All I will say is that I'm a very good man who has worked very hard to become good and you wanna destroy that. You wanna destroy me but I am not gonna let you do that.

Harper Pitt:
I'm gonna have a baby.

Joe Pitt:
Liar!

Harper Pitt:
You liar!... A baby born addicted to pills. A baby who does not dream but who hallucinates, who stares up at us with big mirror eyes and who does not know who we are.

Joe Pitt:
Are you really?

Harper Pitt:
No... Yes... No... Yes... Get away from me. Now we both have a secret.