San Francisco Cop: [identifying a body] The fruit was walking home with his trick when they were jumped. Name's Robert Hillsborough. Did you know him?
Harvey Milk: He used to come into my shop. Are there any witnesses?
San Francisco Cop: Just the trick. Jerry Taylor.
Harvey Milk: Jerry wasn't a trick. They
were lovers.
San Francisco Cop: Call it what you will. He's our only witness and he says he can't identify the attackers.
Harvey Milk: There'd be a dozen witnesses if they thought you boys had any real interest in protecting them.
Harvey Milk: If we had someone in the government who saw things the way we see them, the way the black community has black leaders who look out for their interests...
Scott Smith: You're gonna run for Supervisor, is that the idea?
Harvey Milk: I could go right for mayor, but I think I should work my way up to it... You'll be my
campaign manager.
Scott Smith: Because I have so much experience in politics.
Harvey Milk: Politics is theater. It doesn't matter if you win. You make a statement. You say, 'I'm here, pay attention to me.'
Dianne Feinstein: As President of the Board of Supervisors it's my duty to make this announcement: both Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk have been shot and killed.
Scott Smith: [Harvey and Scott are finally sitting down to dinner] Don't say ANYTHING.
Harvey Milk: [tucks his napkin under the collar of his shirt, eats a bite] Can I just tell you...
Scott Smith: If you say anything, about politics, or the campaign, or what speech you have to give, or anything, I swear to God I'm gonna stab you
with this fork.
Harvey Milk: I just wanted to say... that this is the most wonderful dinner I have ever had.
[Both start laughing]
Harvey Milk: If we lose this, it'll just be you and me again, I promise.
Harvey Milk: [Scott Smith is heading down the stairs and Harvey tries to make eye contact] Hey, hey...
[Scott stops and looks at him]
Harvey Milk: I'm Harvey.
Scott Smith: Okay, Harvey...
[smiles a little awkwardly]
Harvey Milk: Today's my birthday.
[Scott laughs]
Harvey
Milk: No, it actually is my birthday. At midnight.
Scott Smith: [still smiling, a little skeptical] Really.
Harvey Milk: And, believe it or not, I don't have any plans.
[raises one eyebrow as he speaks]
Harvey Milk: Some people took me out after work.
Scott Smith: Oh, and that would be,
ah, let me guess... Ma Bell or AT&T.
Harvey Milk: The Great American Insurance Company. I'm part of that corporate establishment that, let me guess, you think is the cause of all the evil in the world from Vietnam to diaper rash.
Scott Smith: You left out bad breath.
Scott Smith: [Harvey covers his mouth; both start laughing]
Just kidding.
[pause]
Harvey Milk: You're not going to let me spend my birthday all by myself, are you?
Scott Smith: [gently teasing] Listen, Harvey, you're pretty cute, but... I don't date guys over forty.
Harvey Milk: Well, then this is my lucky night.
Scott Smith: Why's that?
Harvey Milk: I'm still thirty-nine...
[showing Scott his watch]
Harvey Milk: It's only eleven-fifteen.
[pauses, leans forward and kisses Scott]
Scott Smith: [reading a threatening note] 'Harvey Milk will have a dream journey and nightmare to hell. A night of horror. He will be stabbed and have your genitals, cock balls and prick cut off.' I'm calling the police.
Harvey Milk: They probably wrote it. Look at it this way, if they try to kill me I'll get the sympathy vote, we might get the push we
need.
Scott Smith: You think this is funny? Look at it!
Harvey Milk: It's a total joke. I mean, it's got no rhythm, humor, it's insulting.
[tacks it to the refrigerator]
Scott Smith: Don't do that.
Harvey Milk: If you put it away in a drawer it just gets bigger and scarier. Now it's right here,
it can't get us.
McConnely: There's Man's Law and there's God's Law in this neighborhood.
Harvey Milk: Uh huh.
McConnely: And in this city.
Scott Smith: You know, we pay taxes!
McConnely: The San Francisco Police Force is happy to enforce either. Have a good day.
[leaves]
Harvey
Milk: [calling after him] Yeah, thank you for the warm welcome to the neighborhood!
[to Scott]
Harvey Milk: Schmuck.
Harvey Milk: [First lines] This is Harvey Milk speaking on Friday November 18th. This is to be played only in the event of my death by assassination. During one of the early campaigns, I started opening my speeches with the same line and it sort of became my signature... Hello, I'm Harvey Milk, and I'm here to recruit you.