Rent

Roger Davis:
How do you write a song when the chords sound wrong, though they once sounded right and rare?

Roger Davis:
You can't wipe out an entire tent city then... watch It's A Wonderful Life on TV!

Roger Davis:
I'm writing one great song before I... oh.

Roger Davis:
Zoom in on my empty wallet.

Roger Davis:
Find glory, beyond the cheap colored lights. One song, before the sun sets. Glory - on another empty life.

Roger Davis:
Glory: in a song that rings true. Truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame.

Roger Davis:
Find: One song, one last refrain. Glory, of the pretty boy front man. Who wasted opportunity.

Roger Davis:
One song, he had the world at his feet. Glory, in the eyes of a young girl. A young girl...

Roger Davis:
Time flies then no need to endure anymore.

Roger Davis:
I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs.

Roger Davis:
Your sweet whisper, I just can't handle! So take your hair in the moonlight, your brown eyes, goodbye goodnight!

Roger Davis:
You wanna prove me wrong, come back another day!

Roger Davis:
[To Angel, who's knocing the padlock off the door] Watch your fingers.

Roger Davis:
That's a full service woman you got there.

Roger Davis:
It's true you're with this yuppie scum?

Roger Davis:
Mark's got his work, they say Mark lives for his work and Mark's in love with his work. Mark hides in his work.

Roger Davis:
All your words are nice Mimi, but love's not a three way street! You'll never share real love until you love yourself, I should know!

Roger Davis:
I see Mimi everywhere.

Roger Davis:
I hear it, I hear it, I hear it my song!

Roger Davis:
You were the song all along, and before the song dies… I should tell you, I should tell you, I have always loved you. You can see it in my eyes!

Mark Cohen:
December 24, 9 PM, Eastern Standard Time. From here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes from it, instead of my old sh*t.

Mark Cohen:
The music ignites the night with passionate fire.

Mark Cohen:
There are times, when we're dirt broke and hungry, and I ask myself "What the hell am I still doing here?" and then they call, and I remember...

Mark Cohen:
First I got a protest to save.

Mark Cohen:
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song... that doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz."

Mark Cohen:
That sleezy news show Buzzline wants to take a meeting.

Mark Cohen:
Look, this is not my Bar Mitzvah, give it back to me!

Mark Cohen:
[About Maureen committing to Joanne] This can't be happening.

Mark Cohen:
Hey, guys, all our sh*t's back!

Mark Cohen:
That drip of hurt, that pint of shame, goes away -- just play the game!

Mark Cohen:
I see it my film!

Mark Cohen:
Alexi? Mark. Call me a hypocrite. I need to finish my own film. I quit!

Mark Cohen:
December 24, 1990, 10 PM, Eastern Standard Time. I can't believe a year went by so fast.

Mark Cohen:
Hey, Collins, don't get your ass kicked this time!

Mark Cohen:
Mucho Masturbation!

Mark Cohen:
(With Roger, Collins, Angel, and support group while filming) Will I loose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow, from this nightmare?

Mark Cohen:
[In Goodbye Love] (To Roger) Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive!

Mark Cohen:
How do you document real life, when real life is getting more like fiction each day?

Mimi Marquez:
We could light the candle… Oh, what'd you do with my candle!

Mimi Marquez:
But now and then I like to feel good.

Mimi Marquez:
Meow... HA!

Mimi Marquez:
Get up-- life's too quick. I know someplace sick, where this chick'll dance in the flames!

Mimi Marquez:
In the evening I've got to roam -- can't sleep in the city of neon and chrome.

Mimi Marquez:
So let's find a bar, so dark we forget who we are, where all the scars from the nevers and maybes die!

Mimi Marquez:
I live this moment as my last!

Mimi Marquez:
No day but today.

Mimi Marquez:
I'm lookin' for baggage that goes with mine.

Mimi Marquez:
AZT break...

Mimi Marquez:
I should tell you -- I blew the candle out, just to get back in.

Mimi Marquez:
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.

Mimi Marquez:
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die without you.

Mimi Marquez:
He was the same way. He was always run away, hit the road, don't commit, you're full of sh*t!

Mimi Marquez:
I was heading towards this warm, white light, and I swear… Angel was there. And she looked good.

Mimi Marquez:
(saying about angel) "... 'I'm more of a man than you will ever be, I'm more of a woman than you will ever get"'

Tom Collins:
Merry Christmas, b*tches!

Tom Collins:
(optional line in place of the previous) Happy Kwanzaa, crackers!

Tom Collins:
'Oh, hi,' after seven months?

Tom Collins:
They expelled me for my theory of actual reality.

Tom Collins:
That's cute, you still love her.

Tom Collins:
Well I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle, and I'm sick of grading papers, that I know. I'm drowning in my sleep I need a muzzle. And all this misery pays no salary, so…

Tom Collins:
Lets open up a restaurant in Santa Fé! Lovely Santa Fé would be NICE!

Tom Collins:
Yeah, I teach. Computer age philosophy. When my students would rather watch TV.

Tom Collins:
In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner - Maureen Johnson, back from her one night performance at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards, through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello, which she ain't never studied.

Tom Collins:
[To Joanne] You got engagedededed!

Tom Collins:
The benevolent god ushers the poor artists back to their flat. Full story tonight on Buzzline.

Tom Collins:
Hey, it's me! Throw down the key.

Tom Collins:
(cut line) after Mark throws down key Thanks you honk headed albino f***!

Tom Collins:
Come at me bro

Tom Collins:
In truths that she learned/Or in times that he cried/In bridges he burned/Or the way that she died

Angel Dumott Schunard:
I'm Angel... come on, let's get you cleaned up...

Angel Dumott Schunard:
But sure as I am here, that dog is now in doggy hell.

Angel Dumott Schunard:
Back on the street, where I met my sweet, where he was moaning and groaning on the cold concrete. The nurse took him home for some Mercurochrome, then I dressed his wounds and got him back on his feet!

Angel Dumott Schunard:
Singing! Today for you tomorrow for me! Today for you tomorrow for me!

Angel Dumott Schunard:
Times are shitty but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse.

Angel Dumott Schunard:
And P*ssy Galore... in person

Angel Dumott Schunard:
America!

Joanne Jefferson:
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes. How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

Joanne Jefferson:
Share love, give love, spread love.

Joanne Jefferson:
I'm so mad that I don't know what to do! Fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bones, and to top it all off, I'm with YOU!

Joanne Jefferson:
You should try it...in heels.

Joanne Jefferson:
[To Maureen] Does everything have to be about you?

Joanne Jefferson:
Don't. You. Dare.

Joanne Jefferson:
I make lists in my sleep, baby, what's my sin?

Joanne Jefferson:
We used to have this fight each night! She'd never admit I existed!

Joanne Jefferson:
Didn't give an inch when I gave a mile!

Joanne Jefferson:
She'd been living on the street. We found her in the park. She wanted to come here.

Maureen Johnson:
It's like I'm being tied to the hood of a yellow rental truck, being packed in with fertilizer, and fuel oil, pushed off a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse!

Maureen Johnson:
Only thing to do is jump over the moon. Over the moon.

Maureen Johnson:
Hey Mister... she's my sister.

Maureen Johnson:
TO THE STAGE!

Maureen Johnson:
What a frickin' sweetheart!

Maureen Johnson:
I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed YOU out! I didn't stay at the Kink Club last night because YOU wanted to go home!

Maureen Johnson:
There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!

Maureen Johnson:
Don't you want your girl hot?

Maureen Johnson:
Kiss, Pookie?

Maureen Johnson:
IIIII gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta.....gotta gotta find a way to jump over the moon!

Maureen Johnson:
So much more original than any of us. You'd find an old table cloth on the street and make a dress then...then the next year sure enough they'd be mass producing them at the Gap.....you always said how lucky you were that we were all friends.....but it was us baby.....who were the lucky ones....

Roger and Mark:
How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to get to your heart? It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart!

Mark, Roger, and Tenants:
How can you connect in an age when strangers, landlords, lovers, your own blood cells betray?

Mark's Dad:
Look, Mark. I'm sorry that Maureen dumped you. I say, "C'est la vie." Let her be a lesbian! She doesn't know what she's missing!

Gordon:
Now, I find some of what you teach suspect, because I'm used to relying on intellect. But I try to open up to what I don't know, because reason says I should have died three years ago.

All:
Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?

Angel and Collins:
I think they meant it, when they said you can't buy love. Now I know you can rent it, a new lease you are, my love.

Angel and Collins:
With a thousand sweet kisses, I'll cover you.

All:
Actual reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!

All:
To people living with, living with, living with... not dying from disease! Let he among us without sin be the first to condemn! La vie Boheme!

Alexi Darling:
How much did I love your footage? So much, so mu - it reminded me of the Berkley days, fighting the good fight. Kudos, kudos.

Maureen's Mom:
[to Mark] Maybe now you two can get back together.

Joanne and Mimi:
I'd be happy to die for a taste of what Angel had! Someone to live for, unafraid to say 'I love you!'

Roger and Mark:
You're living in America, at the end of the millennium. You're living in America, where it's like The Twilight Zone.

Roger and Mark:
For once the shadows gave way to light. For once I didn't disengage!

Roger and Mark:
Dying in America, at the end of the millennium. We're dying in America, to come into our own. And when you're dying in America, at the end of the millennium, you're not alone. I'm not alone!

Benny You wanna write songs and produce film? You need somewhere to do it, it's what we use to dream about so think before you poo poo it you'll see boys. You'll see boys!

Bohiemians LA VIE BOHÈME!!!!!

Mark:
Where is he?

Collins:
Getting dizzy.

Benny:
Hey, bum, get your ass off the Range Rover.

Mark:
Hey Benny, that attitude towards the homeless is exactly what Maureen is protesting.

Benny:
Maureen is protesting losing her performance space. Not my attitude.

Benny:
She left you? Another guy?

Mark:
Not exactly...

Benny:
What's his name?

Mark and Roger:
Joanne.

[Benny cracks up]

Mimi:
They say I have the best ass below 14th Street. Is it true?

Roger:
What?

Mimi:
You're staring again.

Roger:
Oh no. I mean you do have a nice... I mean --

Mimi:
Do you want to dance?

Roger:
With you?

Mimi:
No, with my father.

Collins:
Merry Christmas, b*tches!

Mark:
Yeah, fourteen hours later! What the hell happened to you?!

Mark:
Say something, anything.

Joanne:
Test one two three...

Mark:
Anything but that.

Joanne:
She cheated.

Mark:
She cheated.

Joanne:
Maureen cheated.

Mark:
F***in' cheated.

Mark:
Pookie.

Joanne:
Shut up.

Paul:
Then why chose fear?

Gordon:
I'm a New Yorker: fear's my life

Life Cafe Manager:
Oh, no. Please, no. No. Not tonight. Please leave.

Mark:
What are you talking about? Why?

Life Cafe Manager:
Because you sit here all night and you never order anything.

Mark:
That's a lie. Just last week I had a tea.

Life Cafe Manager:
You couldn't pay.

Mark:
Oh, yeah.

Angel:
Tonight we can.

[Holds up money]

Angel:
Ka-pow! [To others] Come on.

Life Cafe Manager:
All right. Fine. Just please don't move the tables!

Angel:
[Off-screen] Hey, Rosie, let's put these tables together!

Roger:
Why did Muffy-

Benny:
Alison!

Roger:
-miss the show?

Angel:
Who died?

Benny:
Our Akita

Roger and Mark:
Evita?

[Collins glares]

Mark:
I sold my soul.

Joanne:
Yeah, for three grand a segment!

Collins:
Angel helped us believe in love, I can't believe you disagree.

All:
I can't believe this is...good bye.

Joanne Take me for what I am.

Maureen A control freak.

Joanne Who I was meant to be.

Maureen A snob yet over attentive.

Joanne And if you give a damn.

Maureen A lovable droll geek.

Joanne Take me baby or leave me.

Maureen AN ANAL RETENTIVE!

Mimi Do you go to the Kat Scratch club? That's where I work I dance.

RogerYES! They use to tie you up!

Mimi It's a living.

Roger I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs

Deleted Scenes:
Mark: Why our entire year's strewn on the cutting room floor of memory...

Deleted Scenes:
Mark: Why am I the witness? And when I capture it on film, will it mean that is the end, and I'm alone?

Deleted Scenes:
Benny: I always hated that dog.

Deleted Scenes:
Roger: Mark has got his work. They say Mark lives for his work. And Mark's in love with his work. Mark hides in his work.

Deleted Scenes:
Mimi: Goodbye love, just came to say, goodbye love.

Deleted Scenes:
Mimi: Goodbye love, hello disease.

Maureen Johnson:
The enemy of Avenue A....we'll stay.

Maureen Johnson:
Benny? THAT F***!