Clara Clayton: I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.
Sarah Davis: You're a phony! Believe me, I can spot a phony a mile away.
Drag Queen: Excuse me, Honey, have you seen a gray Collie dog around here?
Sarah Davis: No, Ma'am, I haven't.
Sarah Davis: See Clifford, didn't I tell you everything would be all right?
Clifford: Yes you did Miss Sarah, but I don't like those men. They're liars, and everybody knows that liars eventually get caught.
Martin Daniels: Yeah that's right you little peckerhead.
Joanie Fisher: And she's English?
Colin Ware: Welsh. Well, half Welsh.
Joanie Fisher: Half Welsh and half.
Colin Ware: Monster.
Dave Robicheaux: How would you define the idea of understanding?
Bootsie Robicheaux: Well it's knowing something, and knowing what it means.
Dave Robicheaux: I think there's two ways of looking at the idea of understanding. One is if you don't look you never will see. And the other is, if you look a little less you'll understand a hell of a lot more.
Bootsie Robicheaux: You might not be over those drugs they put in your drink.
Karen: He likes to butt things... with his head.
Nathan: How proud you must be.
Dale Doback: I manage a baseball team.
Nancy Huff: Oh, little league?
Dale Doback: Fantasy league.
Nancy Huff: What the fuckin' fuck?
H.G. Wells: This is delicious, far superior to that Scottish place I breakfasted.
Amy Robbins: Scottish?
H.G. Wells: McDougall's.
H.G. Wells: Do you still insist that this is all poppycock?
Amy Robbins: That's not exactly the word I had in mind.
Amy Robbins: I like that suit. Is that what they're wearing in London?
H.G. Wells: It was when I left.
H.G. Wells: You mentioned your husband before.
Amy Robbins: My ex, yeah. I was married for a while, when I was very young. We met during an anti-war demonstration.
Wells: Ah, the Second World War?
Amy: Are you kidding? How old do you think I am?
Wells: Oh, I'm sorry, the Third World War?
