Myra Breckinridge

Myron:
It's a dangerous thing, ambition. Ruined Mickey Mouse's whole career.

Surgeon:
We'll have to blow up your tits with silicon.

Myron:
I thought they used paraffin.

Surgeon:
No! That would make them inflammable! You don't want inflammable tits, now, do you?

Surgeon:
You realize, once we cut it off, it won't grow back. I mean, it isn't like hair, or fingernails, or toenails, you know.

Myron:
What do you think I am, some kind of idiot? I know that!

Surgeon:
How about circumcision? It'd be cheaper.

Myron:
Come on, come on, come on! Let's get it over with! Myra's waiting!

Myron:
Where are my tits? Where are my tits?

Myra:
I am Myra Breckinridge, whom no man will ever possess. The new woman whose astonishing history started with a surgeon's scalpel, and will end... who-knows-where. Just as Eve was born from Adam's rib, so Myron died to give birth to Myra. Did Myron take his own life, you will ask? Yes, and no, is my answer. Beyond that, my lips are sealed. Let it suffice for me to say that Myron is... with me, and that I am the fulfillment of all his dreams. Who is Myra Breckinridge? What is she? Myra Breckinridge is a dish, and don't you ever forget it, you motherf***ers - as the children say nowadays.

Myra:
My purpose in coming to Hollywood is the destruction of the American male in all its particulars.

Rusty Godowsky:
What are you gonna do?

Myra Breckinridge:
I shall ball you Rusty. It's very simple.

Myra:
You have a lot to learn. All you men have a lot to learn. And I have taken it upon myself to teach you.

Rusty Godowsky:
What do you mean?

Myra:
This is the most important part of your education. The part your teachers fail to instruct you in. It's called balling.

Rusty Godowsky:
I know how to do that!

Myra:
That's what you think. Did you know you have a temperature?

Rusty Godowsky:
No I didn't!

Myra:
Well you do. But no matter. I shall cure what's wrong with you.

Rusty Godowsky:
What are you gonna do?

Myra:
I shall ball you rusty. It's very simple.

Leticia Van Allen:
Don't forget to remind me about the policeman's balls - I mean policeman's ball!

Myra Breckinridge:
How should a man act?

Leticia Van Allen:
You're the best salesman since Columbus.

Leticia Van Allen:
Yeah, he raised hell-a with Isabella.

Leticia Van Allen:
Wel, the end of another busy day. I can't wait till I get back to bed. If that don't work I'll try to sleep.

Myron:
Your goal is...

Myra:
My goal is the destruction of the last vestigal traces of traditional manhood...

Myron:
In order to...

Myra:
Realign the sexes...

Myron:
While...

Myra:
Decreasing the population...

Myron:
Thus...

Myra:
Increasing human happiness...

Myron:
And...

Myra:
Preparing humanity for its next stage.

Myron:
Bravo. Also... bullshit.

Myra:
You think that being a man is such a simple thing. A man whould ball chicks you said. Well I tried to explain it to you but you wouldn't listen, so I'm afraid you require a practical demonstration.

Rusty Godowsky:
Oh my God! Jesus, You'll kill me!

Myra:
I won't kill you, Rusty. I'll just educate you! You and the rest of America. Must be demonstrated to you practicaly, that there is no such thing as manhood. It died with Burt Lancaster in "Vera Cruz". Your manhood was taken by Errol Flynn and Clark Gable! I am only going to supply you with the finishing touches.

Mary Ann Pringle:
If only there was some man like you. I'd really fall, I would. But not like this. If only you were a man...

Myra:
You see, Miss Van Allen, Uncle Buck and I deal in myths, and movie stars are like gods and goddesses. When one fades, another promptly takes its place, because the human race require that the Pantheon always be filled. And you and I must seek out the glittering few that are the new stars, of all race, reborn!

Charlie Flager Jr.:
The point is, can you prove you were married, that's all!

Myra:
Proof will arrive before the end of the week in the person of Dr Randolph Spencer Montag.

Charlie Flager Jr.:
Montag? The great dental psychiatrist?

Buck Loner:
What's that?

Buck Loner:
What do you... do with it.

Buck Loner:
Does it... hurt?

Buck Loner:
Something's wrong here, someplace...

Leticia Van Allen:
Well, I don't care about your credits as long as you're oversexed.

Stud:
Oh, that's one of my credits!

Stud:
A bed! I never did see a bed in an office before.

Leticia Van Allen:
Well, you see I, I do a lot of night work sometimes.

Myra:
Gentlemen... I am Myron Breckinridge! Uncle Buck, your fag nephew became your neice two years ago in Copenhagen and is now free as a bird and happy in being the most extraordinary woman in the world!

Buck Loner:
That's the ball game.