I'm no dummy. I work in the city, and I know a man pretending to be a woman when I see one, and I see three right in front of me. This is not that kind of establishment. –Wait a minute. –Girl. –God may have blessed you with Barbies, a backyard with a pony, and a boyfriend named Jake, and an unwanted pregnancy that your father paid to terminate so you could go to college and major in being a Basic Bitch. None of these things make you a woman. –Clear your throat. –Lubricate. Now read that bitch. –Your uniform of ill-fitting J. Crew culottes, fake pearls, and fifty-cent scrunchies cannot conceal the fact that you do not know who you are. I know our presence threatens you. We fought for our place at this table, and that has made us stronger than you will ever be. Now pick your jaw up off the floor and go back to your clam chowder and shallow conversations. My girlfriends and I aren't going anywhere.
Uh, now that marriage equality is the law of the land, how is this Revival, well, gonna change things? –The Supreme Court's not the law of this land. The word of God's the law of this land. –Well, actually, if memory serves me right, uh, that's not exactly true. The Constitution is the law of the land, not the Bible. The separation of Church and State. Um, something we all should've been taught in school.