— When else? When else was I proper and dignified?
— All the time. You're always dressed right. You always look right. You always say the right thing. You're very nearly perfect.
— That's a rotten thing to say.
— Before we were married, I thought you slept with a tie.
— No, just for very formal sleeps.
— Boy, you have absolutely no sense of the ridiculous. Like last thursday night, you wouldn't walk barefoot with me in Washington Square Park. Why not?
— Simple answer. It was 17 degrees.
— Where's the bathtub?
— There's no bathtub.
— No bathtub...
— There's a shower.
— How am I going to take a bath?
— You're not gonna take a bath. You'll take a shower.
— I don't like showers, Corie. I like baths. How am I gonna take a bath?
— You lie down in the shower and hang your feet over the sink.
And thus it was written. "Some shall die by pestilence, some by the plague..." And one poor schnook is gonna get it from a hole in the ceiling.
— I'm trying to get you all hot and bothered, and you're... summing up for the jury! I mean, the whole marriage is over.
— Corie, honey, I'm sorry. I guess I'm excited, that's all. You want me to be rich and famous, now, don't you, really?
— During the day. At night I want you here and sexy.
— Oh, I will. Look, I tell you what, now tomorrow night, your night. We'll do whatever you like, all right?
— Something wild, and crazy, and insane?
— Fine.
— Like what?
— I... I'll come home early. We'll wallpaper each other.
I feel like we've died. And gone to heaven. Only we had to climb up.