A Chorus Line

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.

Connie:
Connie Wong. Always Wong, never Wight.

[Zach looks up]

Connie:
Bad joke. I was born in Chinatown, lower east side.

Zach:
How old are you?

Connie:
I was born December 5th, four thousand six hundred and forty two, the Year of the Chicken.

Larry:
Don't you know the combination, Sheila?

Sheila:
I knew it when I was in front!

Sheila:
Can I sit on 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 on it. And wouldn't my father have to be this big ex-football hero. Well, he was so humiliated, 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 rotten dancer.

Zach:
Why do you think I became your 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 jobs are there?

Larry:
4 and 4.

Judy Monroe:
44?

Sheila:
No, 4 *and* 4.

Larry:
4 boys, 4 girls.

Sheila:
Need any women?

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

Connie:
Tapping's not my strongest point!

Larry:
I see that.

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

Diana:
Whose isn't?

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

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

Larry:
You're doing fine, just bring it down a bit.

Richie Walters:
A bit? Okay!