The Turning Point

Yuri:
Care to have supper?

Emilia:
I'm busy.

Yuri:
After supper?

Emilia:
Bed.

Yuri:
Ok!... Emilia, it's joke!

Sevilla Haslam:
You know, only this morning she came up to me and she said, "Sevilla, deary, you're the greatest prima ballerina in the whole world."

Yuri:
No, I am.

Emma Jacklin:
It didn't work out.

Emilia:
Oh, so what? He liked boys better than girls?

Emma Jacklin:
Oh, not exactly. He knew my priority was dancing.

Emilia:
Are you... sorry?

Emma Jacklin:
No. I don't believe in being sorry. We are what we are.

Emma Jacklin:
Am I like you?

Emilia:
I don't know...

[looking back at old pictures of themselves]

Deedee Rodgers:
Oh God, I looked like sh*t.

Emma Jacklin:
Next to Wayne, we all did...

[Yuri is rubbing a young ballerina's sore leg]

Young ballerina:
I have weak knees...

Yuri:
I like girls with weak knees.

Young ballerina:
You just like girls...

Deedee Rodgers:
Oh, Emma... if only she knew what we know now...

Emma Jacklin:
It wouldn't matter worth a damn...

Deedee Rodgers:
I know you're angry.

Emilia:
I'm not angry.

Deedee Rodgers:
You damn well are. You're just covering it up with ice. That little Russian behaved like a bastard, so you're taking it out on me.

Emma Jacklin:
Oh, God... dancers have such ugly feet.

Rosie:
Oh, I had the hots for you back in those days. Only I never came up to you because you were always at the barre. And I didn't look so good in tights. And now the toe shoe is on the other foot.

Deedee Rodgers:
Oh, really?

Rosie:
Yeah. Now we BOTH don't look so good in tights.

Deedee Rodgers:
Speak for yourself.

Emma Jacklin:
I would love to give you a divorce.

Emilia:
I'm on the pill... just in case.

Emilia:
Daddy wouldn't do what you did.

Deedee Rodgers:
Emma said some things. First, she said I married you and had a family with because I knew I wasn't good enough to go professional as a ballet dancer. That wasn't true. But... she also said I had a child with you to prove that you were straight. That was sort of true. I wanted

Wayne:
I know.

Deedee Rodgers:
You... you do?

Wayne:
Yeah. I guess I wanted to prove it myself.

Emma Jacklin:
How not?

Deedee Rodgers:
That jealousy - it's poison.

Emma Jacklin:
Dancers have such ugly feet. Ugh. If I was a man, I could have all the feet... I mean, CHILDREN I wanted to... and still danced.

Emma Jacklin:
[to DeeDee] Oh, that's not a little toad. That's rather a large bullfrog!