Manech (13 Years Old): Do I stink of fish?
Jack: Are you still seeing that shrink?
Miles Raymond: I saw him on Monday. I spent most of the time helping him with his computer.
Jack: Well, I say, fuck therapy. And what is that stuff you take... Xanax?
Miles Raymond: And Lexapro, yes.
Jack: Well, I say, fuck that too. You need to get your joint worked on, Miles.
María Álvarez: We have to get out of here.
Ernesto Guevara de la Serna: Are you talking to the motorcycle again?
Joe: When we say we're in love, what does it mean? Could it be that this complex, dazzling, transformative feeling is just an illusion? Could it be just a trick? A trick played on us by nature just to make us fuck? We imagine that love is meaningful. But, could it in fact be... meaningless?
Scott: "To catch a husband is an art. To hold him is a job." - Simone de Beauvoir.
Walt Wagner: Maybe you should go back to your shrink... Discuss it.
Hobie: He just recommended Prozac. I think he has stock in the company, honestly.
John Henry 'Jack' Armstrong: What is that?
Alex Guerrero: It's a turkey baster. You're not poking that thing inside me, I don't do dick.
Fatima Goodrich: Don't look at me, I want it the old fashioned way.
Sing: No soccer.
Ramtha: Do I think you're bad? I don't think you're bad. Do I think you're good? I don't think you're good either. I think you're God.
Melissa: Your outfit is... um.
Tommy Warshaw: Orange?
Melissa: Really orange.
Samuel Bicke: What about my rights?
Bonny Simmons: You got a right to be mad.
Samantha Mackenzie: I'm the devil, See?
Penny Travis: Is there such a thing as the human heart, now there's the better question.
Tim Travis: Well, if you listen closely, you can hear 'em breaking.
Charlie: You saved me Rose. I was wondering where God was and then the next thing you know, there you are at the bedside of a complete stranger telling him you love him was such meaning. And then I knew God was there in that room, with you.
Lizzie: Frankie wasn't born deaf. It was a present from his daddy.
