To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar (1995) - Quotes

Vida Boheme: Internal combustion, the ultimate accessory.

Noxeema Jackson: [to Clara; [w: Martin Luther King, Jr.|Martin Luther King; [w:Dorothy Dandridge|Dorothy Dandridge] Miss Vida seems to think that I don't have a dream. Well, honey, I'm not ]. I don't need a dream. I have a plan. You know I'm gonna tell you what it is, because instinctively I knew I could trust you, being as you're not a big talker and everything. My plan is that while in Hollywood I will be approached by an imminent producer, at The Ivy no doubt, to star in the lush film version of the Life of Ms. ]. Yes that noble blacktress, who never played domestic help. And then who's career was crushed by the white Hollywood machine.

Noxeema Jackson: [to Vida] Go on Vida and talk to him, you speak honky!

Noxeema Jackson: Do you like my nails?

Noxeema Jackson: Noxeema Jackson.....Jesse's daughter.

Noxeema Jackson: [when passing by a large Old Southern plantation style mansion; [w:Gone With The Wind (film)|a barbecue at Twelve Oaks] There will be ] tonight...

Noxeema Jackson: If you want to let them know that there is steak for dinner, you got to let them hear it sizzle!

Noxeema Jackson: Check yourself, Loretta, before you wreck yourself!

Noxeema Jackson: When a straight man puts on a dress and gets his sexual kicks, he is a transvestite. When a man is a woman trapped in a man's body and has a little operation, he is a transsexual. When a gay man has WAY too much fashion sense for one gender, he is a drag queen. And when a tired little Latin boy puts on a dress, he is simply a boy in a dress!

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:U-turn (maneuver)|U-ie] Oh no girlfriend, did you just do a ]?

Noxeema Jackson: Look at her, runnin like she runnin across the border.

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:Rosa Parks|Rosa Parks] I do not do the bus. You obviously have me mistaken for Miss ].

Noxeema Jackson: [As others say "I declare!”] I decline!

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:Sandinista|sandinista] Look, that child is Latin. You don't want to be gettin mixed up in all that Latin mess. She might turn out to be a ] or something.

Noxeema Jackson: Your mother.

Noxeema Jackson: Why do I feel like I'm in the Tournament of Roses Parade?

Noxeema Jackson: [[w:Driving Miss Daisy|Miss Daisy] I ain't drivin you no more, ]!

Noxeema Jackson: [when asked “How do I look?” by Chi-Chi] Like the Miami Sound Machine just exploded all over you.

Noxeema Jackson: Little Latin boy in drag, why are you crying?

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Get in the car, Perras, I got us a ride to "Spidersville"...

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I'm the Latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken!

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Lord grant me the serenity to accept that I'm just a boy in a dress and the courage to change with the fashions and the wisdom to know the difference.

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Uptight cellulite dinosaur fossil face white honky cracker witch!

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I love roughnecks; tell me, if I was your bread would you be my butter?

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Vida, you know, you're not a queen because you rule people, or you sit on a throne, baby. You're a queen because you couldn't cut it as a man so you had to put on a dress, that's why.

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I didn’t ask to come on this trip, did I? No, I don't think so! Did I ask for you to be making me over, jump through all kinds of hoops like some kind of circus poodle? No, I don't think so! And do I want to go to jail because of some cop killer? No, I don't think so! So as soon as we get to the next town, I'm jumping on the first man and I'm riding him all the way to New York City and away from you two puckered up stuck up putas because this trip sucks! It sucks!

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: [When Noxeema asks “Why do I feel like I'm in the Tournament of Roses Parade?”] Cause you're as big as a float.

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I'm a princess! P to the R to the IN to the CESS!

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: We were so poor my parents married for the rice.

Chi-Chi Rodriguez: The seats are like butter!