Herman Blume: She's sweet, but she's fucked-up.
Dean Martin: Hey Frank, how do you make a fruit cordial?
Frank Sinatra: I don't know Dean, how do you make a fruit cordial?
Dean Martin: Be nice to it.
David Leigh, The Filmmaker: At 10 PM, in what will be the last broadcast, Fact or Fiction goes live.
Kurt Dussander: Boy, be careful. You play with fire.
Cliff: Who wants to do a bong... how about you.
François Pignon: Do you sleep with all your editors?
Pierre Brochant: None of your damn business.
Sid: I'm no role model. I'm a junkie and a thief.
Stevenson Lowe: So what went wrong?
Lily Marlowe: Well, Max has his faults. There were many women to whom he was not, shall we say, indifferent.
Stevenson Lowe: But you knew that, I mean, you knew that.
Lily Marlowe: I thought it would pass. I think it's a sad loss that men have such an aptitude for love coupled with such an inability for managing it properly.
Sandra: You'd better hurry up. Tell me something to make me love you.
Debbie Strand: No means no. Don't you guys get that? What is it, you stop understanding English when you get a hard-on?
Claire: Where are you going?
Robert: Looks like I'm going nowhere.
Claire: Don't you fucking quote Star Wars at me.
Pepper Gianini: All right all right! But we didn't actually sleep.