Yasmine Quotes in All American Orgy (2009)

Yasmine: Just so you know,when this whole thing has started, I'm gonna need you to keep Gordon away from me!

Alan: What do you mean?

Yasmine: I don't know... cockblock him.

Alan: Cockblock him?

Yasmine: He's not fucking me! He's annoying, I hate him.

Alan: What am I supposed to do... it's like a free for all... how do i do that?

Yasmine: You're right... fine. I just don't wanna look at his stupid face... doggystyle?

Alan: That's a good idea.

Yasmine: OK.

Alan: OK.

Yasmine: A rapist doesn't have to be a stranger to be legitimate. Someone you never saw. A man with obvious problems. But if you been public with him, danced one dance, kissed him goodbye lightly with a closed mouth, pressing charges will be as hard as keeping your legs closed while five fools try and run a train on you. These men friends of ours, who smile nicely, take you out to dinner, then lock the door behind you...

[opening lines; all in voiceover]

Yasmine: [as she dances] Dark phrases of womanhood, of never having been a girl. Half-note scattered without rhythm.

Juanita: [as she waters her plants] ... without rhythm. No tune distraught. Laughter falling over a black girl's shoulders. It's funny...

Gilda: [as she cleans dust away with her broom] ... funny. It's hysterical. The melodylessness of her dance. Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul. She's dancing on beer cans and shingles.

Jo: [as she readies herself for bed] She's dancing on beer cans and shingles. This must be the spook house. Another song with no singers, lyrics no voices and uninterrupted solos, unseen performances. Are we ghouls? Children of horror?

Alice: [as she prays in her closet] Children of horror? The joke? Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul. Are we animals? Have we gone crazy?

Kelly: [as she looks at a pregnancy test] ... gone crazy? I can't hear anything but maddening screams and the soft strains of death. And you promised me. You promised somebody. Anybody. Sing a black girl's song.

Nyla: [as she walks to the stage for her diploma] ... a black girl's song. Bring her out to know herself. To know you, but sing her rhythms caring...

Tangie: [as she reads over unseen documents] ... caring, struggle. Hard times, sing her song of life. She's been dead so long, closed in silence so long.

Crystal: [as she has sex with Beau Willie] ... so long.She doesn't know the sound of her own voice, her infinite beauty. She's half-note scattered without rhythm, no tune. Sing her sighs... Sing the song of her possibilities. Sing a righteous gospel. Let her be born.

Yasmine, Juanita, Gilda, Jo, Alice, Kelly, Nyla, Tangie, Crystal: [simultaneously] Let her be born and handled warmly. And this is for colored girls who have considered suicide but moved to the ends of their own rainbows.

Juanita: Now, how many times have you heard your man say it don't feel the same? My love is too beautiful to have it thrown back on my face.

Yasmine: I like that.

Juanita: Try one.

Yasmine: What?

Juanita: Well, I do it all the time in my class. You just say, "My love is too ____," and you just fill in the blank.

Gilda: My love is too sanctified to have it thrown back on my face.

Kelly: My love is too magic to have it thrown back on my face.

Tangie: My love is too "Saturday Night" to have it thrown back on my face.

Jo: My love is too complicated to have it thrown back on my face.

Yasmine: My love is too music to have it thrown back on my face.

Juanita: Yes, and you remember that when a man tries to walk off with all your stuff!

[first lines]

Yasmine: My name is Yasmine. I'm three months pregnant. One day, someone said "Men are born free with equal rights". The world in which I live is the opposite. Who would want to be born to grow up in the chaos and the hate? I've decided to spare him the worst.

Infirmière urgences: What's going on here?

Yasmine: Please, help us, he's losing a lot of blood.

Infirmière urgences: How did he do that?

Yasmine: I don't know if you're aware, but there's a big mess outside!

Sami: Yas, keep it. The baby; keep it.

Yasmine: I didn't want it to be known. If mom knows that...

Sami: Don't give a damn about the family. It's your life, not theirs.

Eva: [stroking Yasmine's hair] It's beautiful. I'm gonna have to cut it. Father doesn't like black hair.

[Eva grabs scissors and begins to cut her hair]

Eva: Father says we belong to the perfect race. He came to live here after the big war. Me? They took me from my parents when I was a child. They raised me here, telling me that one day, my parents would come looking for me, if I was smart and did what they said. Father wanted me to grow up quick so I could give him an heir. Then came providence, but our children were born with problems. They're not normal. I'm expecting my fourth. Father says it's because of the blood.

Yasmine: Why are you staying here?

Eva: Because I'm waiting for my parents to come get me. They promised. I know one day they will come to get me. We can't abandon our children like that. I know what I'm talking about. I love mine. When they were born, Father wanted to get rid of them. So Hans and I, we hid them. Now they live in the mine. When I have time, I try to go see them. Without them, I think I'd be dead in here.