Emma Dinsmore: I can't figure out what's worse, having to know every single detail of your desperate love for some other woman, or having to know that you obviously didn't even come close to feeling the same way about me.
Alex: I uh.
Emma Dinsmore: Well, I "uh" you too.
Alex Sheldon: I'm just a writer, Emma. I don't know what to do to show you how much I love you. I only have words. That's all I have.
Emma Dinsmore: "Ample bosom"?
Alex: What's wrong with that? It's literary.
Emma Dinsmore: Oh, well, in that case, you forgot the heaving.
Alex: The what?
Emma Dinsmore: In every book I've ever read, whenever there's an ample bosom, there's always heaving.
Alex: What?
Emma Dinsmore: You introduced the bosom. I'm just asking if you want them to heave.
Alex: Fine, let them heave.
Bobby: You're dancing the flamenco to get money. This is not a strong bargaining position.
Emma Dinsmore: You borrowed money to gamble? Are you out of your mind?
Emma Dinsmore: Does the fact that you called seventeen times last night with no response from me send any kind of signal to you?
Alex: Yeah, I mean, I'm not an idiot. I figured you probably wanted to talk to me but that your machine was broken.
Adam Shipley: He was wracked with confusion. For the first time in his life, he understood the true meaning of the expressions "horns of a dilemma" and "between a rock and a hard place" - although the concept of "paying through the nose" had always tormented him. How does the money get in the nose in the first place? Once in, is it pulled out by hand, or is a sneeze involved? And who would accept such a transaction? Burning questions all, but he had bigger fish to fry.
