Ann: She can't be all bad. No one is.
Jeff: Well, she comes the closest.
Jeff: You know, maybe I was wrong and luck is like love. You have to go all the way to find it.
Ann: You do to keep it.
Whit: Joe couldn't find a prayer in the Bible.
Jeff: Let's go down to the bar. We can cool off while we try to impress each other.
Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Jeff: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.
Jeff: I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn't know where she lived. I never followed her. All I ever had to go on was a place and time to see her again. I don't know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.
Jeff: You say to yourself, "How hot can it get?" Then, in Acapulco, you find out.
Jeff: Nothing in the world is any good unless you can share it.
Meta Carson: For a man who appears to be clever, you can certainly act like an idiot.
Jeff: That's one way to be clever! Look like an idiot.
Meta Carson: You look like an underweight ghost.
Fisher: You know, a dame with a rod is like a guy with a knitting needle.
Eels: All women are wonders, because they reduce all men to the obvious.
Meta Carson: So do martinis.
