Muse: Yeah, I know Professor Davis. He's trying to get you into the sack.
Alice: No.
Muse: Yeah, it's the main reason he teaches: female pupils.
Alice: No, he's, he's very deep! He's not like that.
Muse: Yeah, 'very deep' is exactly where he wants to put it.
Caroline Brace: David, you're like weather, you just happen.
Daisy Buchanan: And when I was in the delivery room, waking up from the ether, I asked the nurse whether it was a boy or a girl. She said it was a girl - and I turned my head to the side and cried. And then I said, I hope she grows up to be a pretty little fool. That's about the best a girl can hope for these days, to be a pretty little fool.
Daisy Buchanan: Rich girls don't marry poor boys.
Gabe Roth: I do not flirt.
Judy Roth: Don't tell me you don't flirt because I've seen you do it, at parties, you put on a whole other personality.
Gabe Roth: Oh you're crazy.
Judy Roth: Of course you do. You get all soulful and pretend to want things that you really can't stand.
Gabe Roth: Like what? What are you talking about?
Judy Roth: Like moving to Europe. That's just a flirting technique, you couldn't survive off the island of Manhattan for more than 48 hours.
Cecilia: I just met a wonderful new man. He's fictional but you can't have everything.
Tom Baxter: Cecilia, it's clear how miserable you are with your husband. And if he hits you again, you tell me. I'd be forced to knock his teeth out.
Cecilia: I don't think that'd be such a good idea. He's big.
Tom Baxter: I'm sorry. It's written into my character to do it, so I do it.
Roman Castevet: Rosemary.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up.
Roman Castevet: Rosemary.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Shut up. You're in Dubrovnik, I don't hear you.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Unspeakable... unspeakable.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Witches... All of them witches.
Rosemary Woodhouse: You're lying. It didn't die. You took it. You're lying. You witches! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying! You're lying.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, God. Oh, God.
Laura-Louise McBirney: Oh, shut up with your "Oh, Gods" or we'll kill you, milk or no milk.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Isn't Hutch coming with us?
Skipper: Catholics only, Miss. I'm afraid that we're bound by these prejudices.
Rosemary Woodhouse: I understand.
Rosemary Woodhouse: I look awful.
Guy Woodhouse: What are you talking about? You look great. It's that haircut that looks awful.
Rosemary Woodhouse: You... you had me while I was out?
Guy Woodhouse: It was kinda fun in a necrophile sort of way.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Oh, God.
Roman Castevet: God is dead! Satan lives.
Rosemary Woodhouse: Awful things happen in every apartment house.
Guy Woodhouse: What the hell is that?
Rosemary Woodhouse: I've been to Vidal Sassoon.
Guy Woodhouse: You mean you actually paid for it?
