# Latter Days

Latter Days is a 2003 film about a LA gay party animal who makes a bet with his friends to seduce a Mormon missionary who has moved next door, but then falls in love with him. Both have to face the consequences.
    Directed and written by C. Jay Cox.

## Christian Markelli

* I don't like to brag, but I can suck the engine block through the tailpipe of a '58 Chevy.
* How come if God talks to Joseph Smith, he's a prophet, but if God talks to me I'm schizophrenic?
* Maybe you could try and reach down in your Bible geek soul and be cool for just two seconds?
* Ok asshole, the way I see it you've got a big mouth and only one arm to back it up. So's how's it gonna look when a big flamer kicks the shit out of you?
* Dammit, what's wrong with you? You want revelations engraved in gold and angels trumpeting down from heaven. But what if this is it instead? Me telling you I love you, right here, in the snow? I think that's pretty miraculous.
* I mean, LA is a city where everyone dances with one eye on the door, like we're all waiting for something better to walk in. But would we ever recognise it if we did? It might be nice to stop circling. it might be nice to stop equating sex with a handshake. It might be nice to have it mean something.
* Could be worse, could be raining. Oh yeah: it IS raining.
    Christian: Well, apparently poor Pam Anderson has had her breast implants taken out and put back in so many times that her entire chest is collapsing. Ohh, they have bikini pictures. [gasps] They're horrible!
    Keith: Shut up.
    Christian: No, they are, seriously, they're down to her knees.

## Aaron Davis

* When I first came to Los Angeles, it looked like just this mass of dots, all jumbled and disconnected. ...It was pretty disorienting.
* Look at yourself. You're so pretty and colorful on the outside, but inside you're nothing but fluff. You're like a walking, talking marshmallow Peep!
* I can't believe what I was about to do, when there is nothing, Christian, nothing about you that is not skin-deep.
* When I was a little kid, I use to put my face right up to them, you know, um, and I was just amazed because it was just this mass of dots, I think life is like that sometimes. But I like to think that, from God's perspective, life, everything - even this... it makes sense. It's not just dots. And instead we're all connected, and it's beautiful and it's funny and it's good. From this close we, we can't expect it to make sense, right now.
* We're colours and whites - we don't mix.
* [after having sex with Christian] Well, I'm already going to Hell for kissing you, so I may as well take the scenic route.
* [confronting his mother] What if it's not something I've done? What if it's who I am?
* Sometimes it all still feels like a mass of dots. But more and more these days, I feel like we're all connected. And it's beautiful... and funny... and good.

## Andrew

* Fuck you, I'm Donna Reed on a stick.
* [On Mormons] Oh, honey, you do not want to let them get into your psyche. You start off listening to Amy Grant, but then, before you know, it's 3am and you got your Visa card and you're giving it to that scary bitch on TV with the lavender hair.
    Andrew: I dated this guy once, actor, cute, Southern, came from this real religious family. Well, his parents found out he was gay and can you say drama? They sent him to one of those Christian change ministries.
    Traci: Wow, did he change?
    Andrew: Did he? Miss Thang used to be a top. I'm serious. He's still gayer than a box of birds.
    Andrew: I dated this Mormon guy once, his family put him through shock therapy. We'd have sex, he was a wild man. Then he'd want to throw himself out the window.
    Traci: So? You live on the first floor.
    Andrew: Yes, but it's hell on my azaleas.
    Julie: What, you would have sex to help your career?
    Andrew: Honey, I've blown a guy just to get him out of my apartment. Sex for my career would be noble.

## Other

    Ryder: Who called up Deliver-a-fag?
    Traci: Christ, who pissed in your cheerios?
    Harmon: They set this thing up to be difficult, ok? We can't listen to music, we can't watch movies, we're never supposed to be alone. I mean, what, we're ninteen, twenty years old and we're not even allowed to beat off. Some nights I wake up, and I find teeth marks on my headboard. Look, I put my time in here, so that I can go home, so that I can marry Jennifer, so that I can finally nail her. See? It's amazing what we'll do for sex.
    Keith: I used to be you. Yeah, I had a career, friends, looks, the whole package. But now I'm just a skeletal reminder that we may only be in the eye of the hurricane.
    Keith: Christ, my butt has wasted away to nothing. It's too bad, cos I used to have a killer ass. I did. I've got pictures of it around here somewhere.
    Mort: Talk? Cool. I'm into that. Ugh, fuck yeah, I'm your nasty little slutboy. I'm your pussywhore. Are you gonna spank momma's ass because she's been a bad, bad, girl? [slaps Christian's ass]
    [Seeing Aaron and Christian kissing]
    Ryder: Oh for flippin'...Gross! Looks like prettyboy isn't the only fag here!
    Ryder: You better betcha they're putting your boyfriend's butt on a plane home this afternoon, and now, we have to move again! Cos we can't live across from some big, doodah flamer homo. Thankyou very much.
    Keith: If we've reached a point where you're dragging on my day, then we've got a problem. Seriously, you gotta do something. It's time to make a move. Just find a way to get past this.

## Dialogue

    Julie: And you, you can tell that friend of yours, to go fuck himself.
    Andrew: You know, I only have one friend who can actually do that, and I doubt you've met.
    Christian: Where did we end up last night?
    Julie: I don't know, but I woke up without my bra, that's never a good sign.
    Christian [Looks down and notices he's wearing it]: Uh, I wouldn't worry about it.
    Ryder: Yeah, God hates homos.
    Christian: You're gonna come into my house and tell me God hates homosexuals?
    Aaron: And the French.
    Ryder: [puzzled] God hates the French?
    Aaron: Everyone hates the French.
    Julie: Why don't we play two-on-two?
    Ryder: But you're...
    Julie: A girl? So I can't play. But then again, I am black, so maybe I can. Your problem's gonna be deciding which one of your narrow-minded stereotypes is gonna kick your lily-white ass.
    Ryder: Yeah, right.
    Julie: Afraid you'll get beat?
    Christian: By a girl, and a fag?
    Ryder: We'll mop you like a dirty floor.
    [Game on]
    Aaron: It looks like you're bleeding. You ok?
    Christian: Um, nah, I'm fine, just go back to your reading.
    [Collapses]
    Gilford: Dang it Elder, I'm gonna hit you and it's gonna hurt.
    Harmon: I don't know what pain is.
    [Gilford hits him]
    Harmon: Ah! Ow! Hey, that hurt!
    Gilford: I warned you.
    Aaron: Maybe you equate sex with a handshake and that's what? Like a badge? What do you want me to congratulate you?
    Christian: Hey, don't you preach to me, ok? Who are you, some kid from the sticks? You come in here and think you can fucking judge me?
    Aaron: Oh yeah, I'm just some doodah pudknocker from Pocatello. They ship us here from Dork Island.
    Christian:[laughing] What?
    Aaron: I'm saying I know how retarded you think I am, ok? You found me out, all right? My worst secret. And I'm humiliated now, so your work is done here.
    Christian: Wait, I don't think you're a dork. But if you know how ridiculous you look, why would you do it?
    Aaron: Don't you believe in anything?
    Christian: Yeah.
    Aaron: Then tell me! You tell me one thing in your life, one thing without a shadow of a doubt that you really believe.
    Christian: I believe that Ann Margaret has never been given her due as an actress.
    Aaron: Duh, for Tommy alone and did you see her when she was...
    [stops himself]
    Christian: Do you believe in God?
    Andrew: You mean other than Madonna?
    Andrew: Quit bitching. It's the early bird that gets the worm.
    Christian:Huh, there's an incentive, expecially when you can get pizza til 2am.
    Andrew: Ok, here's the deal. After your training, I'm gonna set you up with a route.
    Christian: A route? On my first day?
    Andrew: It's what you do already, it's delivering food - only this time you're driving. Think of yourself as a waiter on wheels.
    Christian: Great. Give me some hot pants and roller skates, this will be the fulfillment of a dream.
    Andrew: [looks Christian up and down] For all of us.
    Mort: Conversation? Why?
    Christian: Don't you ever want to get to know someone? Have it... mean something. Sleep with someone and actually sleep with them.
    Mort: You want to, what? Sleep, together? I don't know, man. Isn't that kinda intimate?
    Christian: Excuse me, a moment ago you were licking my spleen, but sleeping with you would be too intimate?
    Keith Griffin: It doesn't matter, I'm still not hungry.
    Christian: I don't remember asking if you were. I just deliver this stuff, remember? But my friend Andrew made this and he doesn't even cook for his boyfriends so the least you could do is try to be polite... and eat it.
    Keith Griffin: I don't have to pretend to be polite. I think I've, I think I've earned that right.
    Christian: Oh yes, that's right; you're dying, you're bitter, blah, blah, blah... Fortunately I'm shallow so I'm impervious to that, now eat it.
    Keith Griffin: Impervious? Bet you don't know how to spell that.
    Christian: Sure I do, it's spelled: Bite me. And just to show that our little problems in this world don't amount to a hill of beans, I'm gonna read about some people that have some real trouble.
    [Opens The National Enquirer]
    Aaron: I am being sent home in shame. And I'm probably going to be ex-communicated.
    Christian: For just a kiss? Don't get me wrong, it was a nice kiss, but hey, come on, we didn't even get to use our tongues.
    Julie: Wait, are you still not over missionary man?
    Christian: I don't know.
    Julie: Chris...
    Christian: It's weird with him disappearing like that.
    Julie: Ok, well then, just stop moping like a school girl, and do something about it. Call him.
    Christian: Just dial 1-800-TORTURED MORMON?
    Julie: Probably. It sounds like there are enough of them.
    Elder Farron Davis: As president of the Pocatello stake it is my unhappy duty and obligation to convene this church court on behalf of the Elder Aaron Davis for the grave and grievous sin, of homosexuality. In the light of your abnormal and abominable state and your refusal to see you have been duped into a hogwash alternative lifestyle...I wish my shame was enough for both of us. Not to mention the shame you brought to this church...our family...our ancestors...
    Aaron: Wait a minute, our ancestors? Dad, your grandfather had half a dozen wives, and the same goes for every single person in this room. I'd say we were the original definition of 'alternative lifestyle.'
    Elder Farron Davis: Are you calling us hypocrites?
    Aaron: No, we've gone way beyond hypocrisy, Dad, now we're just being mean.
    Julie: Now, I don't want you to snap to some judgement.
    Christian: Why? Is it some kind of a nasty ass Christina Aguilera skank-a-rama kinda video?
    Aaron: After we, after we met, I was sent home and excommunicated from my church... for being gay.
    Lila: Your church doesn't like alcohol or homosexuals. Hmm... Well, I definitely won't be joining. Can't imagine heaven without both.

## Taglines

* Aaron prays, Christian plays. Opposites attract.

## Cast

* Steve Sandvoss — Elder Aaron Davis
* Wes Ramsey — Christian Markelli
* Rebekah Johnson — Julie Taylor
* Joseph Gordon-Levitt — Elder Paul Rider
* Khary Payton — Andrew

## External links

* Latter Days quotes at the Internet Movie Database
* Latter Days at Rotten Tomatoes
* The official site