House of Boys

Madame:
How's my new boy doing?

Emma:
Pulling at the reins to dance. I think he's a fast learner.

Emma:
It's hard not to like the boy.

Madame:
He certainly has the right attitude.

Emma:
Young people fall in love.

Madame:
No chance.

Emma:
Heart before reason.

Madame:
Against the house rules.

Angelo:
Oh, my god! You guys DIDN'T have sex. You made love.

Madame:
You sick?

Jake:
Just happy, sir.

Madame:
Don't you "sir" me.

Jake:
Okay, ma'am.

Jake:
I never thought I'd say this to a boy: I love you, too.

Angelo:
Well, look! That turkey's got Frank up its ass!

Madame:
You're working here ten months?

Jake:
Almost eleven.

Madame:
So you should know the rules of the house like the back of your hand. Get it on and get it off.

Jake:
Is there something wrong with my stage routine?

Madame:
Your offstage routine is a little off. I mean, for a straight boy.

Jake:
You didn't like me being with girls. Now that ain't an issue, you still have a problem.

Madame:
I just worry that your little... liebelei... might be lightening your load.

Jake:
Has anyone complained?

Madame:
No, not yet, but I know how this goes. Believe me, Jake.

Jake:
I'm teaching him the basics.

Madame:
Why don't you start teaching him right now?

Jake:
What do you mean?

Madame:
I have a request for Frank; so, you might open a new chapter in your... teaching program and introduce him to the art of your well-appreciated private shows.

Emma:
Now, stick it in.

Frank:
How?

Emma:
Just, uh, with your hands. Go on.

Frank:
With my hands?

Emma:
Shove it in. Yeah.

Frank:
Oh... god.

Emma:
That's it. Go a little easy. Go on. More. Deeper!

Frank:
[laughing] Up the butt.

[doorbell rings]

Emma:
Jakey?

Jake:
[from the other room] Yeah?

Emma:
Can you get that? We're just, uh, fisting a turkey.