Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?
Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it's not very nice. God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain! We can't even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It's up to you to do the stitching.
Harper: And then up you get. And walk around.
Mormon Mother: Just mangled guts pretending.
Mormon Mother: That's how people change.
Prior Walter: You're seeing someone else.
Louis Ironson: What? No.
Prior Walter: You are.
Louis Ironson: I'm not! Well - occasionally, I - he's a... just a pickup...
Prior Walter: Goddamn, ask me how I knew.
Louis Ironson: How?
Prior Walter: Threshold of revelation.
Louis Ironson: What?
Prior Walter: Fuck you! I'm a prophet.
Prior Walter: I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
Hannah Pitt: Well that's a stupid thing to do.
Joe Pitt: If you have something you want to ask me ask me! Ask me, go!
Harper Pitt: I can't, I'm scared of you.
Harper Pitt: I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die.
The Angel: Stop moving!
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?
Belize: Look at that heavy sky out there.
Louis Ironson: Purple.
Belize: Purple? What kind of a homosexual are you anyway? That's not purple, Mary, that color out there... is mauve.
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. No. Yes. Get away from me. Now we both have a secret.
The Angel: There is no Zion save where you are.
Prior Walter: But still. Still bless me anyway. I want more life. I can't help myself. I do. I've lived through such terrible times and there are people who live through much worse. But you see them living anyway. When they're more spirit than body, more sores than skin, when they're burned and in agony, when flies lay eggs in the corners of the eyes of their children - they live. Death usually has to take life away. I don't know if that's just the animal. I don't know if it's not braver to die, but I recognize the habit; the addiction to being alive. So we live past hope. If I can find hope anywhere, that's it, that's the best I can do. It's so much not enough. It's so inadequate. But still bless me anyway. I want more life. And if he comes back, take him to court. He walked out on us, he oughta pay.
Prior: When you cry, Louis, it's nothing. It's just the idea of crying.
Harper Pitt: It's a sin and it's killing us both.
The Angel: American prophet tonight you become American eye that pierceth dark, American heart hot full for truth.
Louis Ironson: Well, oh boy. A gay Republican.
Joe Pitt: Excuse me?
Louis Ironson: Nothing.
Joe Pitt: Oh, I'm not... no, forget it.
Louis Ironson: Not... Republican? Not Republican?
Joe Pitt: What?
Louis Ironson: What.
Joe Pitt: Not gay. I'm not gay.
Louis Ironson: Oh. Sorry. It's just that sometimes you can tell by the way a person sounds. I mean, you sound...
Joe Pitt: No, I don't. Like what?
Louis Ironson: Like a Republican.
Joe Pitt: Do I sound like a...?
Louis Ironson: What? Like a Republican? Or do I?
Joe Pitt: Do you what?
Louis Ironson: Sound like a...
Joe Pitt: Yeah. Like a... I'm confused.
Louis Ironson: Yes. My name is Louis but all my friends call me Louise. I work in word processing. Thanks for the toilet paper.
(Joe goes to speak, but Louis quickly plants a kiss on his cheek before exiting, leaving Joe slightly shocked)
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