“Not all gays respond to the same stuff. Would Alexander the Great have loved Auntie Mame?”

“Why darling, I'm your Auntie Mame!”

“Women in movies from Hollywood's golden era dressed the way my mother did now. My entire childhood, she'd shown up at PTA meeting in bust-hugging sequins, the sight of which gave my father complicated facial twitches. She was flamboyant, really, in no other way. There was nothing Auntie Mame about her. Unless Auntie Mame had a penchant for public collapse.”

“Auntie Mame, who was the british lady?"'Oh, she's from Pittsburgh''But she had the acc-''Well, when your from Pittsburgh you gotta do something”

“You're like, both like, Alexander the Great.'We can't both be Alexander.'Well sometimes I think you're two side of the same coin, and I'm the metal in between.”

“If you ask me, it's all these skinny models that make girls anorexic," she went on, to Auntie Barbara. "Ican't think why they don't use real girls with a few curves.""Stands to reason, Jenny." Auntie B. was as pinkly flushed as Mum. "All the designers are gay—theydon't want bosoms in their clothes, or bottoms, either. Not proper, girls' bottoms.”