Zach: Sheila, do you know the combination?
Sheila: I knew it when I was in the front...

Mike: I come from this big Italian family. My grandmother was always hanging out the window, leaning on a little pillow. 'Cause that's what Italian grandmothers do- hang out windows.

Bobby: My mother had a lot of card parties and was one of the foremost bridge cheaters in America. My father worked for this big corporation. They used to send him out into the field a lot - to drink.

Bobby: I used to love to give garage recitals. BIZARRE recitals. This one time I was doing Frankenstein as a music[i]ale[/i] and I spray painted this kid silver - all over. They had to rush him to the hospital. 'Cause he had that thing when your pores can't breathe...he lived 'cause luckily I didn't paint the soles of his feet.

Bobby: I was always thinking up these spectacular ways how to kill myself. But then I realised - to commit suicide in Buffalo is redundant.

Kristine: He put me up against this television set- it was one of those great big square things- and then he turned me around, picked up my foot and touched it to the back of my head and said: "This little girl could be a star."

Connie: Then I went out for...CHEERLEADER! And they told me: "No dice, you'll get lost on the football field. The pom-poms are bigger than you."

Mike: ONE LITTLE FART!...And they called me Stinky for three years!

Greg: It was probably the first time I realised I was homosexual and I got so depressed because I thought being gay meant being a bum all the rest of my life and I said: "Gee I'll never get to wear nice clothes" - and I was really into clothes. I had this paur of powder blue and pink garbardine pants...

Cassie: Well, it would be nice to be a star...But I'm not. I'm a dancer.

Cassie: Oh yeah - commercials. I almost got to squeeze a roll of toilet paper but I lost out in the finals. Isn't that something? Seventeen years in the business and I end up flunking toilet paper squeezing? And I was a dancing Band-Aid - that was fun.

Cassie: What I really don't want to do is teach other people how to do what I should be doing myself.
Zach: [to Cassie] You don't dance like anyone else. You don't know how.

Zach: But you're special.
Cassie: No, we're all special...I'll take chorus. If you'll take me.

Zach: Let me see some smiles...not that phony "Sell-smile", I want to see that "I-love-to-dance smile."

Stage Direction: [Connie dances like a noodle]

Bebe: Oh please - I don't want to hear about how Broadway's dying. 'Cause I just got here.

Bebe: I plan to go on kicking these legs as long as I can and when I can't...Well, I'll just do something else.

Greg: LIFE! Darlings. Its tough all over. Thats why I have no plans, no alternatives - just get me through the day.

Bobby: What would you like to be when you grow up?
Sheila: YOUNG!

Diana: I meet somebody and they say to me: "Wow, you dance on Broadway! How fabulous! You got somewhere. You're something." And Christ, I get this feeling inside because I remember when I used to stand outside of that stage door and watch all these girls come out of there, with their eyelashes and their make-up and I'd think: "God I'll never be that old. I'll never be that old. I'll never be old enough to come out of that stage door." But deep down inside I knew I would, and goddam it, I've come this far and I'm not giving up now.