When Night Is Falling Quotes

[Timothy is trying to repair a fusebox after a blackout at the circus]

Timothy: Don't worry, honey, I'm getting it fixed.

Tory: Don't worry, honey - isn't that what you said just before the tent went up in flames?

Timothy: One small fire and I'm responsible every time some little problem... Just keep your HAIR on your HEAD.

Camille: Well, don't people like you just have friends, sometimes?

Petra: Yes, 'people like me' do.

Camille: And, why couldn't I be one?

Petra: I'm attracted to you, Camille.

Camille: It's ok, it's ok. We're not animals, we don't always have to act on our attractions.

Petra: What would we do, as friends?

Camille: Have fun.

Petra: Fun - sounds like a buddy movie.

Camille: Yes, exactly. Like Thelma and Louise. But... without the guns.

Petra: Oh, well, no guns, I don't know...

Petra: I love your sex. I love your wisdom and... the way you say "switcheroo." I love that sadness that you get in your eyes sometimes. And other stuff.

Camille: But?

Petra: But, we might be leaving tomorrow, and I can't stay and you can't leave.

Petra: So my name's Petra by the way.

Camille: Oh yeah, I saw that on your card. And mine is Camille...

Petra: Camille, that's nice, I like it, it's like "C'mere." It's nice.

Martin: And these things pass.

Camille: What things?

Martin: These... passing things.

Board President: So, we've covered abortion, church and state, predestination, drug abuse, prostitution - ah, yes, homosexuality. How do you approach the homosexuality problem, Camille?

Camille: Well, um, I'm not really sure I'd consider it a problem.

Martin: I like what you said over at Tom's, Camille said that it's important to love the sinner but hate the sin, so that you're allowed to feel the desire but not act on that desire.

Camille: Well, in hetero - in retro-spect, sorry - I've come to think that there's a lot of room for multiciplicity in God's creation.

Reverend DeBoer: You are aware that that is contrary to doctrine in this matter.

Camille: God... God cannot be so cruel as to decree that people like... like that can never, ever be contented. I mean, one's devotions are not entirely chosen.

Reverend DeBoer: Yes, I think we have been guilty of homophobic cruelty, and, excluded people like you, in the past.

Camille: People like me.

Camille: Listen, I love to look at you. I love to talk to you. I love you openess, I love what you do, I love... I love you.

Petra: Everything gets ordinary, eventually.

Camille: Ordinary with you would be... wild.

Camille: I want to go away with you.

Petra: What would you do in a circus?

Camille: I have a few ideas.

Petra: I'm outgoing. You're not.

Camille: I can be outgoing.

Petra: I smoke pot.

Camille: I drink... cherry brandy.

Petra: Are you ashamed of me? Am I your dirty little secret?

Camille: Petra, I just don't like being laughed at.

Petra: Oh, really? Well, aren't you cute? Hey, good luck sweetheart, because here are some of the kindest people in the world, Camille. If you can't handle a little fun here, what are you going to do when the real mean fuckers of the world start laughing at you? 'Cause they will, you know. They'll be using it against you and they'll be laughing up a storm, Camille.

Camille: Not if you show it with a little dignity.

Petra: Dignity? What could be more dignified than dancing with the person I adore?