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Harvey Milk: [Voice Over, Last lines] I ask this... If there should be an assassination, I would hope that five, ten, one hundred, a thousand would rise. I would like to see every gay lawyer, every gay architect come out - - If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door... And that's all. I ask for the movement to continue. Because it's not about

personal gain, not about ego, not about power... it's about the "us's" out there. Not only gays, but the Blacks, the Asians, the disabled, the seniors, the us's. Without hope, the us's give up - I know you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. So you, and you, and you... You gotta give em' hope... you gotta give em' hope.

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Dan White: Society can't exist without the family.
Harvey Milk: We're not against that.
Dan White: Can two men reproduce?
Harvey Milk: No, but God knows we keep trying.

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Harvey Milk: [answering the phone] Scotty?
Paul: I'm sorry, sir. I read about you in the paper.
Harvey Milk: I'm sorry, I can't talk right now.
Paul: Sir, I think I'm gonna kill myself.
Harvey Milk: No, you don't want to do that. Where are you calling from?
Paul:

Minnesota.
Harvey Milk: You saw my picture in the paper in Minnesota? How did I look?
Paul: My folks are gonna take me to this place tomorrow. A hospital. To fix me.
Harvey Milk: There's nothing wrong with you - listen to me: You just get on a bus, to the nearest big city, to Los Angeles or New York or San Fransisco, it

doesn't matter, you just leave. You are not sick, and you are not wrong and God does not hate you. Just leave.
Paul: [crying] I can't. I can't walk sir.

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[from trailer]
Harvey Milk: All men are created equal. No matter how hard you try, you can never erase those words.

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Harvey Milk: My name is Harvey Milk and I'm here to recruit you!

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Harvey Milk: How do you teach homosexuality? Is it like French?

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Harvey Milk: [to Cleve Jones] You're going to meet the most extraordinary men, the sexiest, brightest, funniest men, and you're going to fall in love with so many of them, and you won't know until the end of your life who your greatest friends were or your greatest love was.

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Harvey Milk: A homosexual with power... that's scary.

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Harvey Milk: If it were true that children emulate their teachers, we'd have a lot more nuns running around.

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Harvey Milk: Okay. First order of business to come out of this office is the city-wide gay rights ordinance, just like the one that Anita shot down in Dade County. What do you think, Lotus Blossom?
Michael Wong: I think it's good. It's not great.
Harvey Milk: Okay, so make it brilliant. We want Anita's attention here, in San

Francisco. I wanted to bring her fight to us. We need a unanimous vote - we need headlines.
Jim Rivaldo: Dan White is not going to vote for this.
Harvey Milk: Dan White'll be fine, Dan White is just uneducated. We'll teach him.
Dan White: [suddenly appearing in the doorway] Hey, Harv! Committee meets at nine-thirty.
[to

everyone else]
Dan White: Hi, you guys.
[to Harvey]
Dan White: Um, say, did you get the invitation to my son's christening? I invited a few of the other supes too.
Harvey Milk: Oh, well, I'll be there!
Dan White: Great! Thanks.
[waves at everyone and leaves]
Dick

Pabich: Did he hear you?
Jim Rivaldo: What the fuck?
Anne Kronenberg: Are you going?
Harvey Milk: I would let him christen me if it means he's gonna vote for the gay rights ordinance.
Jim Rivaldo: [as Harvey is talking] I think he can hear you. Jesus.
Harvey Milk: We

need allies.
Dick Pabich: I don't think he heard you.
Cleve Jones: Is it just me or is he cute?

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State Senator John Briggs: It's time to root them out.
Tom Ammiano: And how are you going to determine who's a homosexual?
State Senator John Briggs: My bill outlines procedures for identifying homosexuals.
Tom Ammiano: How? Will you be sucking them off?

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Scott Smith: I'm sorry, I pissed in your pool.

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Cleve Jones: I went to Spain last month, long story. In Barcelona there was this memorial march for gay people that had died under Franco. Of course, the police tried to break it up, but these queens didn't run, no, they turned around and they started a fucking riot. I saw a bullet, one of those rubber bullets rip through a drag queens scalp, but she kept on fighting; she was

screaming, but she kept on fighting. I mean, our lives... There was blood, literally running in the gutter. In a gutter.
Harvey Milk: We could have a revolution here. But you can't use the Castro just to cruise. You have to fight.
Cleve Jones: You think you'll win?
Harvey Milk: Winning isn't my strong suit.

Cleve Jones: Well, I don't do losing. Ever. Maybe I should run for office, and you can work for me. I mean, if you can do it...
Harvey Milk: Can you assemble a thousand people in an hour?
Cleve Jones: Fuck yeah.
Harvey Milk: All right, if I run again, you're my man. Polls open in 3 hours. How bout you and I

hit the bus stops.

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Harvey Milk: This is Harvey Milk speaking on Friday, November the 18th. This is only to be played in the event of my death by assassination. During one of my early campaigns I began to open speeches with a line that became kind of a signature. "My Name is Harvey Milk and I want to recruit you." If I was speaking to a slightly hostile audience, or a mostly straight one, I might

break the tension with a joke. "I know, I'm not what you expected, but I left my high heels at home." I fully realize that what I stand for, an activist, a gay activist, makes himself a target for someone who is insecure, terrified, afraid and disturbed themselves. It's a very real possibility, you see, because in San Fransisco, we have broken the dam of a major prejudice in this country.

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[from trailer]
Harvey Milk: Without hope, life's not worth living.

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Dan White: You have an issue.
Harvey Milk: It's more than an issue. This is our life we're fighting for.

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Harvey Milk: I am here tonight to say that we will no longer sit quietly in the closet. We must fight. And not only in the Castro, not only in San Francisco, but everywhere the Anitas go. Anita Bryant did not win tonight, Anita Bryant brought us together! She is going to create a national gay force! And the young people in Jackson Mississippi, in Minnesota, in the Richmond, in

Woodmere New York, who are hearing her on television, hearing Anita Bryant telling them on television that they are sick, they are wrong, there is no place in this great country for them, no place in this world, they are looking to us for something tonight, and I say, we have got to give them hope!

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Harvey Milk: Not a good time, Don.
Paul: This is Paul. Don just gave me the phone.
Harvey Milk: Paul who?
Paul: You spoke to me on the phone, a year or so ago. I'm in a wheelchair. I'm from Minnesota.
Harvey Milk: I thought you were a goner Paul.
Paul: When I saw

that you won the supervisor seat, I got a friend to put me on a bus to LA.
Harvey Milk: Who do you know in Los Angeles?
Paul: Nobody. I just didn't want to die anymore. I met your friend Don down here. And I turned 18, and I voted today against prop 6. I don't think I'd be alive right now if it weren't for you.

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Cleve Jones: Out of the bar and into the streets! Anita Bryant is coming for you!

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Harvey Milk: Hey, I like the way your pants fit... Where are you from, kid?
Cleve Jones: [laughs] Sorry old man, not interested.
Harvey Milk: I'm Harvey Milk. I'm running for Supervisor. What's your name?
Cleve Jones: Cleve... Jones.
Harvey Milk: Well Mr. Jones, we should walk up to my

camera shop and register you.
Cleve Jones: Fuck that. Elections of any kind are a fucking bourgeois affectation.
Harvey Milk: Is that right? So do you trick up on Polk Street?
Cleve Jones: If I need the cash... But I'm selective about my clients.
Harvey Milk: Tell me one thing before you get back to

work then. What was it like to be a little queer in Phoenix? Did the jocks beat you up?
Cleve Jones: I faked a lung disease to get out of PE. So what? What are you, some kind of street shrink?
Harvey Milk: Sometimes.