Alice: Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.
Larry: You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise.
Dan: At six, we stand round the computer and look at the next day's page, make final changes, add a few euphemisms for our own amusement.
Alice: Such as?
Dan: "He was a convivial fellow" - meaning he was an alcoholic. "He valued his privacy" - gay. "He enjoyed his privacy" - raging queen.
Alice: What would my euphemism be?
Dan: She was... disarming.
Alice: That's not a euphemism.
Dan: Yes, it is.
Larry: Is he a good fuck?
Anna: Don't do this.
Larry: Just answer the question! Is he good?
Larry: Better than me?
Larry: What does that mean?
Anna: You know what it means.
Larry: Tell me.
Larry: I treat you like a whore?
Larry: Why would that be?
Larry: Dan, I lied to you. I did fuck Alice. Sorry for telling you. I'm just not big enough to forgive you, Buster.
Alice: Why isn't love enough?
Larry: A good fight is never clean.
Larry: He's a stringy fucker.
Larry: I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts.