Seligman: Love is blind.
Joe: No, no, no. It's worse. Love distort things. Or even worse, love is something you never asked for. The erotic was something that I ask for or even demanded of men. But this idiotic love... I felt humiliated by it. And all the dishonesty that follows.
Joe: The erotic is about saying yes. Love appeals to lowest instincts, wrapped up in lies. How do you say yes when you mean no? And vice-versa. I'm ashamed of what I became. But it was beyond my control.
Joe: Basically, we're all waiting for permission to die.
B: The secret ingredient to sex is love.
Conductor: Two first class tickets for two first class ladies.
Mrs. H: Well, if three is a crowd, then seven must be a bit of a challenge for the pretty miss. I must say I have a hard time picturing her enjoying loneliness.
Seligman: I'm Seligman.
Joe: What a fucking ridiculous name.
Mrs. H: Whatever? It must be hard, when you've got everything, to know what to say.
