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.
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