Pray: This boy is a string bean. If his shoulders get too broad, he's gonna look like an upside down traffic cone. What the young man needs is a sandwich.
Damon: I'm not usually this skinny. I didn't eat for the first few weeks I was here.
Blanca: Well, you know what they say. You can't be too skinny or too rich.
Angel: Not anymore. You can always spot the boys and the girls down at the pier who got the AIDS because they look wasted away. Like Halloween skeletons over in their own corner. I feel sad for them. Sometimes you can't tell if they fell asleep on a park bench or they just died there.
Pray: Yeah, well, they're all gonna be revived when they hear that young Damon here is going to be dancing at The New School for Dance. When's your audition baby?
Damon: I'm not sure.
Pray: They didn't give you a date?
Damon: I didn't return my application.
Blanca: Uh-uh. But you said you did!
Angel: And you thought I'd be the problem child.
Damon: What if I audition and I don't get in? Anyway, I missed the deadline. I don’t even think I'm supposed to be there.
Blanca: You're never gonna find a place where you belong if you keep runnin' away.
Damon: What makes you so sure?
Blanca: How in the hell we all wound up here?
Pray: Amen.