Fellow Travelers
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Schine: Roy.
Cohn: He probably is a Jew hater. They're all Jew haters until they need us. Schine: You need to look at this.
Cohn: What? Oh, I'll be damned.
Schine: Uh, what does it mean?
Cohn: It means this is a time of nachas, Dave. A time of nachas indeed. That stupid, alcoholic fat Mick isn't gonna fire Roy Cohn, and Gerard David Schine is not goin' to Korea. Oh. Kick off your shoes and crack open the brandy, Dave. We're not going anywhere.
Hawk: Maggie said we have to keep your weight up. Pasta.
Tim: What else?
Hawk: Peanut butter.
Tim: They didn't have crunchy?
Hawk: No, I looked.
Tim: You said you know someone connected to the governor.
Hawk: Dave Holm. He's a Republican fundraiser.
Tim: Okay, how well do you know him?
Hawk: Not well. You know, he's...
Tim: What, he's straight? The way that you're straight? You can't smoke in here.
Hawk: I know, I know. What do you want, Tim?
Tim: Call your friend. Ask him. Convince him to set up a meeting with the governor's chief of staff.
Hawk: And why am I doing this?
Tim: To introduce me. There is an AIDS anti-discrimination bill sitting on the governor's desk. I need to convince him to sign it. We've been waiting for this meeting for weeks. They're ignoring us. They can't ignore you.
Hawk: Of course they can.
Mary: They're going to ask you questions about your private activities in detail. Hawk: I hope they've scheduled several hours for that.
Mary: I thought you were taking this seriously.
Hawk: I am.
Mary: You take nothing seriously. You're all wrong for him, Fuller. He is deeply sincere, and you're going to hurt him.
Miss Addison: I know who you're talking about. The boy who gave Mr. Fuller that book? Yeah, I saw what he wrote inside. "Mr. Fuller, thank you for everything. You're wonderful."
Mary: You reported him.
Hawk: You're right, Miss Addison. I am wonderful. So why don't you just suffer? Merry Christmas.
Hawk: The gentleman who left the unit last week, he stepped in front of a truck. That must affect someone in your position.
Man: Unfortunately, we're seeing an average of one suicide per week.
Hawk: You ever worry that someone might kill you instead?
Man: One moment. You'll have to return tomorrow for a polygraph.
Hawk: No, that won't be necessary. Just speak to Mr. McLeod.
Man: When we believe a polygraph is required, cooperation is mandatory. We're trying to clear the backlog before the holidays. Can you come back tomorrow after hours?
Hawk: Sure.
They said they were gonna tell my mother what I was. I begged them not to. She was sick. They told her anyway. She never looked at me again.
David
Hawk: They know you?
Tim: I worked here. Before.
Hawk: You said your sister needs a break. I nursed my kids through measles, mumps. Broken arms. Hawk.
Tim: No.
Hawk: How long would she need?
Tim: No. No. It's not a good idea.
Hawk: How long? What, a week? I can do that. Skippy, just... Will you give me a chance?
Tim: A chance to do what? To... To fսck it up again. Are you sure?
Hawk: No. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Hawk: Listen, Skippy. I wanna spend the weekend with you. Go back to the office, tell Dragon Lady you don't feel well. Meet me on the southwest corner of Independence and Third in 15 minutes.
Tim: Fifteen?
Hawk: Green Ford. Oh, and happy birthday.
Frankie: I don't mean to sound like a prima donna, but where am I?
Marcus: I know.
Frankie: The bouncer called us fags. You forget that?
Marcus: Frankie... That's not a fight I can win right now. No editor would run that story. I'll always be a colored man first. It's all folks see.
Frankie: When I was a kid, no one noticed me. Which was a good thing, because when they noticed me, it was with a curse, or a smack or a shove. But the first time I went full drag to a club, in a cheap Halloween wig and a borrowed poodle skirt... people noticed. They looked at me.
Marcus: I'm lookin' at you.
I’m sorry that you’re dying ...that not a single fucking soul gives a shit, and that you didn’t knock first.
Hawk
You were good at a lot, son, but you were never good at concealing yourself.
Russel
Hawk: Why would I fly 3,000 miles to see him if I didn't want to?
Maggie: I don’t know, so you can say that you tried?
Tim ever being able to have a real partner, you stole that from him. I think you’ll be relieved to not have to see him.
Maggie
