Jeanie: Back in the heavy stoned days, when we used to stay up and talk a lot, Annie and me, we were talking about dying, how it feels and all. I said I'd never get buried. I couldn't stand them shoveling dirt in my face. Like, I know I'd be dead, but I still might have this strong compulsion to breathe, okay? But Annie, she said she wanted to be buried right in the ground under a pear tree. Really. Not in a box or anything. She said she wanted the roots going right through her, and each year, we'd come along, take a pear, and go "Hey, Annie's tasting good this year, huh?"
Madge: [after Jeanie was talking to a pimp on Hollywood Boulevard, looking for Annie] God, Jeanie, I don't know how you could even talk to that guy. I mean like, he looks like a... He could hypnotize you like a cobra or something you know, and the next thing you're out on the Boulevard and you're dressed like the Pointer Sisters.
Jay: [Madge tries to leave after she and Jay had the argument] I am not through talking to you!
Madge: Well I am.
Jay: Please come back here.
Madge: Why, so you can beat me up?
Jay: You're goddamn right!
Madge: [walks off] Forget it.
Jay: What do you mean what?
Madge: Please what?
Jay: Please come back here so I can beat you up!