To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar1995

Beatrice:
This is my Aunt Martha's dress. I thought you could use it. She was real big on the shoulders.

Noxeema Jackson:
Thank you, girl.

Vida Boheme:
Oh, sweet pea. Now, you listen to your Auntie Vida. I want you to believe in yourself, imagine good things and moisturize, I cannot stress this enough.

Clara:
Miss Noxeema.

Noxeema Jackson:
Miss Clara.

Clara:
Now, listen, when you get to Hollywood, you give this letter to Mr. Robert Mitchum.

Noxeema Jackson:
Oh, I will, I will, I promise you. I'll guard it with my life. Thank you. I'm gonna miss you.

Clara:
I'm gonna miss you, too.

Noxeema Jackson:
Good bye.

Clara:
Bye.

Noxeema Jackson:
I hope she leaves me those albums in her will. Alright, let's see. Can I hear it?

Tommy:
Good afternoon.

Noxeema Jackson:
Sounds wonderful. And look at the shirt, the shirt is fierce, and the hair is working. Get along now. You take care. Be good to yourself.