Picspam - Queer As Folk Series Finale
Brian: Holy shit.
Justin: What?
Brian: You look...
Justin: Good? Bad? Laughable?
Brian: Beautiful.
Justin: I do?
Brian: It's not a question. It's a declaration.
So try and be more emphatic when the minister asks you
if you want to go through with this.
Justin: I do.
Brian: What the fuck's this?
Michael: It's the end of your life as you know it.
Ben: Your farewell appearance.
Ted: Kinney's last stand.
Emmett: Welcome to that quaint, heterosexual male tradition
known as "the stag party", with a slightly gay twist.
Ben: Let's get this poor sucker a drink.
Michael: Can i have your attention, please? I would like to offer a toast. In memory of Brian Kinney.
Outgoing, friendly, some say to a fault, he never met a man he didn't like.
Ben: In his younger days, Brian dreamed of being a lawyer. He said,
"I want to get innocent men off... I'll go to any length to get to the bottom of things."
Emmett: Later on in life, he devoted himself to volunteer work. Yes. It's true.
If he heard that someone was laid up, or flat on his back,
he'd come time and time again until they felt better.
Michael: So... Now that he's gone, I'm sure that there's not a man in this room who wouldn't agree
that he has left a hole that can never be filled. Here's to Brian.
Everyone: To Brian!
Brian: Okay. Wait, wait, wait. The prisoner respectfully chooses not to partake of his last meal
but to be led insteadto the gallows a hungry but happy man.
Justin: Go on. Have a little fun. No, seriously. You have my permission.
Brian: Hey, I'm content to take my winnings and go home.
Brian: Come on, tiger. Now remember, when the bull-dyke minister says, "May I have the rings, please?"
That's when you bring the rings to daddy, okay?
Gus: Okay.
Brian: Now, let's practice. You go stand over there. Ready?
Gus: Yes.
Brian: May i have the rings, please? Ha ha! Good boy. You get a kiss for that.
Mel: It's Justin's gift to us. Going-away present. I feel like Gertrude Stein.
Brian: You're not that heavy... yet.
Mel: No, I mean it's like having a Picasso before he becomes Picasso.
Brian: He really is good, isn't he?
Mel: Better than good. That's why you better be good to him.
Considering what he's sacrificing to be with you.
Michael: I was planning on wearing this suit to the wedding but with a different tie.
What do you think?
Brian: What, are you trying to upstage me?
Michael: I just want to look my best.
Brian: Doesn't matter to me if you're naked as long as you're there to give me away.
Michael: Oh, well, in that case maybe I should wear my black leather pants.
Brian: You mean the ones you wore...
Michael: the first night we went to Babylon.
Brian: They were so tight, you could barely move.
Michael: I know, my balls were killing me. And that shirt you were wearing.
Brian: What was wrong with the shirt I was wearing?
Michael: No selfrespecting pimp would be caught dead in that.
Brian: I thought I looked pretty hot.
Michael: You did look pretty hot. That night, l jerked off thinking about you.
Brian: Well, what do you know? I jerked off thinking about me too.
Michael: Who'd have thought that one day Babylon would be gone and we'd be sitting here in suits?
Brian: Talking about our wild and recklessly dressed youth.
Michael: Pathetic, huh?
Brian: Inevitable.
Michael: In many ways, my life is nothing like yours. Why should it be?
Do we all have to have the same life to have the same rights? I thought that diversity
was what this country was all about. In the gay community, we have drag queens and
leather daddies and trannies and couples with children. Every colour of the rainbow.
My mother, who's standing way in the back with some friends, my friends,
once told me that people are like snowflakes, every one special and unique,
and in the morning you have to shovel them off the driveway.
But being different is what makes us all the same. It's what makes us... family.
Brian: I'm just trying to make you happy.
Justin: I want you to do what makes you happy, not me.
Brian: What about you? Yes, you. Not going to New York?
Justin: Fuck New York.
Brian: Conquering the art world?
Justin: Fuck the art world.
Brian: Why? Because you're afraid?
Justin: I'm not afraid.
Brian: Then what?
Justin: I don't want it.
Brian: Bullshit.
Justin: I don't. It means nothing.
Brian: Would it still an nothing if I wasn't here?
Justin: How do you expect me to give a you rational response when the circumstances
you've presented are completely suppositional and, as such, have no basis in reality?
Brian: Just answer the goddamn question.
Justin: I don't know.
Brian: Well, I do. I don't want to with someone who sacrificed their life
and called it love... to be with me.
Justin: Neither do I.
Hunter: "H.N.B."
Ben: They're your initials. If you'd like them to be.
Michael: Hunter Novotny-Bruckner.
Ben: Instead of being our foster son, we'd like you to be our real son.
That is, if you'd like us to be your fathers.
Hunter: You mean, you want to adopt me?
Michael: As soon as possible, in case prop. 14 passes.
Ben: So, what do you say?
Hunter: Today Michael and Ben asked me to be their son. I said yes.
Justin: We would like to thank you all for coming to our rehearsal dinner.
Brian: However, there is nothing to rehearse. The wedding's off.
Justin: No, it's true. We decided not to get married.
Brian: But there's only one problem. Women aren't going to be buying a little pill
to make their dicks hard. Men are. Straight, gay, democrat, republican, doesn't matter.
They're all paying 10 bucks a pop for the same reason. And trust me, ms. Dixon,
it's not to rekindle the flame. They want to fuck. They want to shoot their loads,
as often as they can, as hard as they can, all night long if they can.
Not cuddle in front of the fire with some nice lady who looks like their mother.
Ms. Dixon: Despite your personal feelings, we want the ad.
Brian: You can't have it. Because despite these conservative times, it's still all about sex.
And it always will be. So I suggest that you take your business elsewhere.
Lindsay: I keep telling myself it's just a house. A bunch of not very grand or even spacious rooms.
But everywhere I look, I see us. Like over there, a Gus' bris.
Mel: You mean, his almost bris. Or the front gate where I proposed to you.
Or the time I was sitting there and you told me...
Lindsay: What?
Mel: Nothing. Just a bad memory.
Lindsay: They're part of us too. Without them, how do we appreciate the good ones?
Mel: What do you say we make one more memory?
Emmett: Hurry up and make a wish before the place burns down.
Ted: You know, every year I always wish for the same thing: a boyfriend, someone to love,
who'll love me. This year I think I'm going to wish for something else. The wisdom
and the maturity to realize that I won't find what I want by looking for it.
Not expect someone else to give me what I never gave myself. That I'm not a half waiting
to be made a whole. And even if that special person never comes along... I'll be just fine.
Blake: Ted?
Ted: Blake?
[...]
Ted: We're here for my birthday. Uh, strictly as friends.
Blake: Happy birthday.
Ted: Thanks.
Blake: Well, I'll catch you later.
Emmett: Why not now?
Calvin: Aren't you Emmett Honeycutt of the Hazelhurst, Mississippi Honeycutts?
Emmett: Why, yes I am. And, uh, you are? Oh my God, you're Calvin Culpepper. You were on the boys'
swim team in high school. I used to go to those meets just hoping your trunks would slip off.
Calving: So did I.
Emmett: So, uh, what do you say we go back to my room to reminisce about old times?
Calvin: There's not that much to reminisce about.
Emmett: I know...
Michael: I love you, honey bun.
Deb: I don't care where you're going and I don't care what you're doing, but you better
get your asses back here every Thanksgiving, Christmas, 4th of July, Hannukah, Mother's day,
'cause you know how I feel about family.
Mel: Well, we wouldn't be one without you, Deb.
Lindsay: I'm sorry.
Lindsay: No apologies...
Brian: No regrets.
Brian: Goodbye, son.
Justin: We're going to 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.
Michael: This is where it all began.
Brian: And ended.
Michael: But it's who we are. It's what made us.
Brian: Didn't you say that it's all a cheap illusion and that outside life goes on
but in here nothing ever changes?
Michael: I did say that, yes. But it was before I understood that some things
aren't meant to change. Dance with me.
[...]
Brian: I am too...
Michael: What? Old? You'll always be young and you'll always be beautiful.
You're Brian Kinney, for fuck's sake!
Brian: So what are they playing?
Michael: Our song.
Michael (voiceover): So the thumpa-thumpa continues. It always will, no matter what happens,
no matter who's President. As Our Lady of Disco, the divine Miss Gloria Gaynor,
has always sung to us, "We will survive."
This was my little tribute to the 5th anniversary of the airing of episode 5.13 on Showtime
screencaps: http://qafcaps.com/