Tracy: — Let's fool around. You hear it? It'll take your mind off it.
Isaac Davis: — How many times a night...? How often can you make love in an evening?
Tracy: — Well, a lot.
Isaac Davis: — Yeah, I can tell. A lot. That's... Well, a lot is my favorite number. Gee, really? Can you?
Tracy: — Let's do it some strange way you've always wanted to do... but nobody would do with you.
Isaac Davis: — I'm shocked. What kind of talk is that from a kid your age? I'll get my scuba-diving equipment and really show you...
I like the way you express yourself, too. Pithy, yet degenerate.
You could've said, but you... All you had to do was call me and talk to me. I'm understanding. I'd have said no, but you'd have felt honest.
I was thinking there must be something wrong with me, because I've never had a relationship that's lasted longer than the one between Hitler and Eva Braun.
He's done a great job on you. Your self-esteem is like a notch below Kafka's.
about Donny - Mary's analyst
For about 30 seconds I was a big hero, and now it's directly to unemployment.
My analyst warned me, but you were so beautiful I got another analyst.
Mary: You don't need a male. Two mothers are fine.
Isaac: Really? Because I feel very few people survive one mother.
— I got a divorce because my ex-wife left me for another woman.
— Really?
— Mm-hm.
— God, that must have been demoralising.
— I took it well under the circumstances.
— Phew-wee.
— I tried to run 'em both over with a car.
Well, a satirical piece in the Times is one thing, but bricks get right to the point.
They watch their sets and the gamma rays eat the white cells of their brains out.
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