Playing by Heart (1998)

Joan: Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.

Paul: Don't look at me with that tone of voice.

Joan: Hugh designs video games.
Keenan: Any I'd know?
Hugh: Uh..."Killer Golf" That was the last.
Keenan: Oh, man. That game was awesome! You have a hell of an imagination.
Joan: Hey, you owe me a dance.
Keenan: Just one?
Joan: No.

Joan: When was having sex or not having sex not a problem?

Meredith: Well, That doesn't take long does it?
Trent: What doesn't?
Meredith: I mean, you turn a guy down a-and wham. He just metamophoses into an anger ball.
Trent: An 'Anger ball'?
Meredith: See.

Hugh: I'm better at all these lies I've manufactured than I am at the ones I'm living.

Keenan: That's the ugliest cat I've ever seen.
Joan: She's an angel.
Keenan: She only has one eye.
Joan: Yeah, but it's her good one.

Joan: I want to get rid of you as much as I want to get rid of that crap from Ikea.

Joan: I feed the fucking thing. I take her to the vet, all you do is pet her twice a day... which is a hell of a lot more than you've been doing to me lately.

Paul: You're overwrought.
Hannah: I'm perfectly wrought. Given the circumstances, I'm even a little underwrought.
Paul: There's no such word.
Hannah: There is now.

Lana: I may be a fabulous looking broad, but I got a penis. This ain't no disco and I don't want no "Crying Game" drama.

Meredith: I have a hard time trusting men.
Trent: I'm not men. I'm not a group. I'm just me.

Keenan: My mind has an endless capacity for useless information.

Paul: You know, I never knew what happiness was until I married your mother. And by then it was too late.

Meredith: Wow.
Trent: Yeah I know, the flowers are a little much, but I'm late. But only because I had second thoughts about the flowers and threw them away halfway down the block. Then had third thoughts and went back and got them.

Joan: The lad doesn't say much and when he does, he finds just the right words to crush my soul.

Max: Some girls like you to say things like that to them.
Joan: Some girls like you to take a dump on them. I'm neither one of those girls.

Lana: That was quite a story. Right entertainin', but Sugar I don't know who you think you're foolin'.
Hugh: What do you mean?
Lana: Lana may be three sheets to the preverbial wind, but I don't believe a single word coming out of your pretty, straight, little mouth.

Paul: Well if I have to wear a tux, she has to wear a bra.

Keenan: What did I ever do to deserve you?
Joan: Usually that line is screamed at me by someone running out the door, not by someone standing in front of me and staying. It makes for a nice change.