“JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: Your client is Judas Iscariot! Your client sold out the son of God, for Chrissakes!” — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
I think anything that anyone writes thats any good is going to have a lot of autobiography. — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“JUDGE LITTLEFIELD (re: the writ): Cunningham, I do not like it when lawyers go over my head. CUNNINGHAM: You gave me no choice. EL-FAYOUMY: Objection, Your Honor!!! As human beings, we always have choice! Motion to strike! JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: Mr. El-Fajita, you are aware that the trial hasn’t actually begun yet, right?” — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share
“Oh, just some crap about the essential paradox of man: How we refuse to juxtapose the absolute to the relative, and some other some-such… — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“What is it that we need to overcome in order to truly be “Ourselves”?” — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“I do know that I am in continuous need of the Spiritual and that I usually go to great lengths to avoid it.” — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: Good. Now, when I come to court dressed as Ethel Merman in a one-piece bathing suit, that’ll be my signal to you… — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
I had just done something in TV, but my real love is theater. I had won this award and I was up at Yale,… — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“CUNNINGHAM:—Your Honor, I cite the Beatitudes, and Kierkegaard. I cite Christ on the Cross! JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: I cite my foot in your ass, Cunningham!” — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
I've lived with women, loved women, lost women. They've loved me, lost me, whatever. — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“MARY MAGDALENE: I also knew Judas Iscariot very well. SAINT MONICA: Gangsta!” — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share Image
“Do you know who W.H. Auden was, Mr. Iscariot? W.H. Auden was a poet who once said, “God may reduce you on Judgement Day to tears of shame reciting by heart the poems you would have written had your life been good”…She was my poem, Mr. Iscariot. Her and the kids. But mostly her. You cashed in for silver, Mr.… — Stephen Adly Guirgis Copy Share
