A Chorus Line

Zach:
Tell me about the Bronx.

Diana:
What's there to tell about it? It's uptown and to the left.

Zach:
What do you do in the Bronx?

Diana:
Hope to get out.

Connie:
Connie Wong. Always Wong and never Wight.

Connie:
Sorry, bad joke. Born in Chinatown.

Zach:
How old are you?

Connie:
I was born in the year, four thousand five hundred and sixty two, the Year of the Chicken.

Larry:
Sheila, do you know the combination?

Sheila:
I knew it when I was in front.

Sheila:
Can I sit in your lap?

Zach:
Do you always come on like this?

Sheila:
No. Sometimes I'm aggressive.

Bobby:
I couldn't catch a ball if it had Elmer's Glue all over it. And my father had to be this ex-football star. He didn't know what to tell his friends, so he told them all I had Polio. On Father's Day, I used to limp for him.

Sheila:
You were a terrible dancer.

Zach:
Why do you think I became a choreographer?

Zach:
Goddammit, now can't ANYBODY up there hear me! Just let your hair down! Can't you talk? All of you, just talk, to me, to each other!... Jesus Christ!

Mike Cass:
How many parts are there?

Larry:
4 and 4.

Judy Monroe:
44?

Sheila:
No, 4 AND 4.

Larry:
4 boys, 4 girls.

Sheila:
Nead any women?

Sheila:
Why is it only my ass that ever gets invited anywhere?

Zach:
Tell me about the Bronx.

Diana:
What's to tell about the Bronx? It's uptown and to the right.

Zach:
What made you start dancing?

Diana:
Who knows? I'm Puerto Rican. We jump around a lot.

Sheila:
My mother was kind of middle-aged and frumpy.

Diana:
Whose isn't?

Sheila:
At fourteen she was middle-aged and frumpy.

Connie:
Tapping's not my strongest point!

Larry:
I see that.

Bobby Mills:
I would always try to find ways to kill myself, but then I realized to commit suicide in Buffalo is redundant.