I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it again.
— We can't get married at all.
— Why not?
— Well, in the first place, I'm not a natural blonde.
— Doesn't matter.
— I smoke. I smoke all the time.
— I don't care.
— Well, I have a terrible past. For three years now, I've been living with a saxophone player.
— I forgive you.
— I can never have children.
— We can adopt some.
— But you don't understand, Osgood. Uh, I'm a man.
— Well, nobody's perfect.
— Shut up.
— I didn't say anything.
— You were thinking. It's annoying.
No one has time any more for anyone else.
Yeah, and I'm not that easily impressed... Wow! A blue car!
I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.