Elaine: It's not my fault you brought a fishing rod to a gun fight.
Charles Cameron: How am I doing?
Elaine: The first two hours were fantastic, the last three perfect.
Charles Cameron: Good, because I think I'm close to coming.
Elaine: Me too.
Charles Cameron: You first.
Elaine: No, you first.
Charles Cameron: No, I insist.
Elaine: Together, on the count of three.
Elaine: This has been the worst week of my life. Paranoia, disguises, and now I'm expected to bang the 12 douches I'm dating just to pay rent.
Elaine: Fuck those cunts.
Charles Cameron: God, I find it so attractive when you say that word.
Charles Cameron: Best day of my life.
Elaine: Who says that when a womanizer and a gold digger get together things don't turn out well for either of them?
