Lee
Melinda
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You know, life is manageable enough if you keep your hopes modest. The minute you allow yourself sweet dreams you run the risk of them crashing down.
Hobie
Dialogue
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Melinda: Uh I've been having a bad time so I just took some sleeping pills.
Hobie: Sleeping pills? How many?
Melinda: Uh... 28.
Susan: Oh my God! Hobie, make some black coffee.
Melinda: No, I'm allergic to coffee, but do you have any vodka?
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Susan: I wish we could afford a place in the Hamptons. Everybody who's anybody has one.
Hobie: Yeah, but if you're somebody who's nobody, it's no fun to be around anybody who's everybody.
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Hobie: We used to make love all the time and now, there's always an excuse.
Susan: I told you, I'm going through an emotionally difficult time creatively.
Hobie: You feel like we don't communicate anymore?
Susan: Of course we communicate. Now can we not talk about it anymore?
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Walt: Maybe you should go back to your shrink. Discuss it.
Hobie: He just recommended Prozac. I think he has stock in the company, honestly.
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Melinda: You're the piano player.
Ellis: Not anymore. I'm on a break. A mysterious stranger has, uh, temporarily taken over, and I must say she plays beautifully. Hey, are your eyes misting over?
Melinda: The song... it's meaningful to me. It was playing the night I met someone.
Ellis: So, are they tears of sorrow or tears of joy?
Melinda: Well, aren't they the same tears?
Ellis: Yeah.
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Hobie: I think it'd be only fair to tell you. I'm a Liberal.
Stacey: Oh. Are you talking politically, or in the bedroom?
Hobie: I was talking politically. In the bedroom I'm a left-wing Liberal.
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Hobie: It's funny, a grown woman outside a door listening in.
Melinda: Oh, by the way, I found a scrap of your pajamas in my door.
Hobie:
[sheepishly] Oh...really? You found that. I'll have to tell my laundress.
Melinda: You don't have a laundress.
Hobie: Well, marry me, and we'll get a laundress.