Eddie Morra: What's the asking price?
Realtor: $8.5 million.
Eddie Morra: I'll take it.
Eddie Morra: I was blind, but now I see.
Leonard Bernstein: Summer sang in me a little while, it sings in me no more. Edna St. Vincent Millay.
Felicia Montealegre: If the summer doesn't sing in you, then nothing sings in you. And if nothing sings in you, then you can't make music.
Leonard Bernstein: I love people so much that it's hard for me to be alone.
Leonard Bernstein: I love music so much it keeps me glued to life even when I'm most depressed, and I can get very deeply depressed.
Leonard Bernstein: Can I tell you a secret? Do you know I slept with both of your parents?
Sheriff McDowell: The logging barons always cry "jobs" and "free enterprise," but the truth is, you barely pay enough to put food on the table.
Pemberton: Oh, we pay more than any job these men can get, and that's why there's a line fifty-deep every time there's an opening.
Sheriff McDowell: Openings? Yes, you always have openings, don't you, Mr. Pemberton? Because your camps have killed more men than the war between the States.
Pat: The only way to beat my crazy was by doing something even crazier. Thank you. I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I'm sorry it took me so long to catch up.
Pat: It's electric between us! Okay, yeah, we wanna change each other, but that's normal, couples wanna do that. I want her to stop dressing like she dresses, I want her to stop acting so superior to me, okay? And she wanted me to lose weight and stop my mood swings, which both I've done. I mean, people fight. Couples fight. We would fight, we wouldn't talk for a couple weeks. That's normal. She always wanted the best for me.
Officer Keogh: Hey, aren't you Tommy's widow?
Tiffany: Yes, I'm Tommy's crazy whore widow. Minus the whore thing, for the most part.
Officer Keogh: You want to get a drink sometime?
Pat: You shouldn't say that to her. She doesn't do that anymore.
Officer Keogh: What? What did I say?
Pat: She doesn't do that anymore.
Pat: You look nice.
Tiffany: Thank you.
Pat: Oh, I'm not flirting with you.
Tiffany: Oh, I didn't think you were.
Pat: I just see that you made an effort, and I'm gonna be better with my wife. I'm working on that. I wanna acknowledge her beauty. I never used to do that. I do now. Just practising. How'd Tommy die?
Jack: Look at me. All you got to do is trust me. That's all you got to do.
Jack: Maybe it's time to let the old ways die.
Jack: Could I ask you a personal question?
Ally: Okay?
Jack: Do you write songs or anything?
Ally: I don't sing my own songs.
Jack: Why?
Ally: I just don't feel comfortable.
Jack: Why wouldn't you feel comfortable?
Ally: Because like almost every single person that I've come in contact with in the music industry has told me that my nose is too big and that I won't make it.
Jack: Your nose is beautiful. Are you showing me your nose right now?
Ally: Yeah.
Jack: You don't have to show it to me. I've been looking at it all night.
Ally: Oh, come on. No, you're not.
Jack: Oh, I'm going to be thinking about your nose for a very long time.
Ally: You're full of shit.
Jack: I'm not full of shit.
Ally: Yeah, you are.
Jack: I'm telling you the truth.
Ally: Yeah, you're full of shit.
Jack: Can I tell you a secret? I think you might be a songwriter. And don't worry, I won't tell anybody. But I'm not very good at keeping secrets.
