Queer As Folk - Love Generation

Justin: I have a great ass and I'm blond. You have no idea how far that gets me.

"I believe this belongs to you"

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Michael: You think you can kick me out of here the way you did Justin? And for what? Trying not to let on that he knew? Because that's the way you wanted it. He deserves to know. He's your lover. Your partner, whether you want to admit it or not. And sick or not, that's a fu***ng sh*tty way to treat him!
Brian: I was only trying to make it easier.
Michael: By never seeing him again?
Brian: He would have left sooner or later anyway, might as well be sooner!

Brian: It's "the big C," Ted.
Ted: Co***ne?
Brian: It's bigger.
Ted: Crystal?
Brian: Bigger.
Ted: Caffeine?
Brian: It's cancer, Theodore.

Debbie: I was a single mother. And guess what? Even without a father you still had enough sense to come in out of the rain... sometimes!

Melanie: I know which team I play on. It's not a choice or a preference, it's who I am. It's who I've always been. A rug-puncher, a m**f diver, a c**t slapper, a bull, a Lizzie, a d**e.
Lindsay: What do you think I am?
Melanie: Don't ask me to make up your mind for you. You have to do that all by yourself.
Lindsay: I'm a le***an.
Melanie: Not if you're having s*x with a man, honey.

Brian: I only have one question. After we're married, will you still blow me?
Justin: Ever the romantic! That depends. If you still f**k me in every room of, um, what are we gonna call it? Mandalay? Xanadu? Wuthering Heights?
Brian: I'll leave the christening up to you.
Justin: Britain.
Brian: Bri-Tin!

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Brian: When's your flight?
Justin: Ten... I think I finally found a place to stay. Daphne has a friend in the East Village... Finding a work space is gonna be difficult. Apparently everything costs a fortune.
Brian: Well, you'll manage. You always do.
Justin: I'll be back, and you'll come there. We're gonna see each other all the time.
Brian: You don't know that; neither do I. Whether we see each other next weekend or next month, never again, it doesn't matter. It's only time.
Justin: You didn't return them?
Brian: I didn't return them.
Justin: We don't need rings or vows to prove that we love each other. We already know that.
Brian: You did it.
Justin: Did what?
Brian: Became the best homos*xual you could possibly be.