Jane Clark:
Why should we believe you over Rick? We know you're a hypocrite. We know your "Polly Perkins" story was a fabrication...
Nick Smith:
A composite.
Jane Clark:
Whatever. And, that you're completely impossible and out of control, with some sort of drug problem and a fixation on what you consider Rick Von Sloneker's wickedness. You're a snob, a sexist, totally obnoxious, and tiresome. And lately, you've gotten just weird. Why should we believe anything you say?
Nick Smith:
I'm not tiresome.
Tom Townsend:
You don't have to read a book to have an opinion.
Nick Smith:
I've always planned to be a failure anyway, that's why I plan to marry an extremely wealthy woman.
Nick Smith:
It's a tiny bit arrogant of people to go around worrying about those less fortunate.
Audrey Rouget:
People see the harm in what excessive candor can do.
Fred Neff:
Men are dates, date substitutes or potential dates. I find that dehumanizing.
Nick Smith:
Rick Von Slonecker is tall, rich, good looking, stupid, dishonest, conceited, a bully, liar, drunk and thief, an egomaniac, and probably psychotic. In short, highly attractive to women.
Man at Bar:
The acid test is whether you take any pleasure in responding to the question "What do you do?" I can't bear it.
Charlie Black:
When you're an egoist, none of the harm you do is intentional.
Sally Fowler:
What have you against Tom?
Charlie Black:
Just one thing: He's not a good person.
Audrey Rouget:
What Jane Austen novels have you read?
Tom Townsend:
None. I don't read novels. I prefer good literary criticism. That way you get both the novelists' ideas as well as the critics' thinking. With fiction I can never forget that none of it really happened, that it's all just made up by the author.
Tom Townsend:
I've never been this drunk before. The problem is, with Fred no longer drinking, I can't pace myself.
Nick Smith:
The cha cha is no more ridiculous than life itself.
Nick Smith:
I guess you could say it's extremely vulgar, I like it a lot.
Nick Smith:
Playing strip poker with an exhibitionist somehow takes the challenge away.
Charlie Black:
Fourierism was tried in the late nineteenth century... and it failed. Wasn't Brookfarm Fourierist? It failed.
Tom Townsend:
That's debatable.
Charlie Black:
Whether Brookfarm failed?
Tom Townsend:
That it ceased to exist, I'll grant you, but whether or not it failed cannot be definitively said.
Charlie Black:
Well, for me, ceasing to exist is - is failure. I mean, that's pretty definitive.
Tom Townsend:
Well, everyone ceases to exist. Doesn't mean everyone's a failure.
Jane Clark:
What are you reading?
Nick Smith:
The story of Babar... I'd forgotten how beautiful it was.
Sally Fowler:
Good night! Oh... good luck with your Furrierism!
Nick Smith:
Driver! Follow that pedestrian!
Nick Smith:
The titled aristocracy are the scum of the earth.
Sally Fowler:
You always say "titled" aristocrats. What about "untitled" aristocrats?
Nick Smith:
Well, I could hardly despise them, could I? That would be self-hatred.
Tom Townsend:
[
to Serena Slocum] I haven't been giving you the silent treatment. I just haven't been talking to you.
Rick Von Sloneker:
Get outta here and take this flat-chested, goody-goody, pain in the neck with you
[
referring to Audrey]
Tom Townsend:
She is NOT a goody-goody.
Audrey Rouget:
[
after Tom disappears with Serena] Tom's not used to places like this. Maybe he went through one of those stairway doors that lock from the inside.
Nick Smith:
He can't get locked in. I used to have to use those doors when people forgot to invite me to their parties.
Nick Smith:
Dawn in the big city. There are eight million stories out there.
Charlie Black:
Thanks a lot. We shouldn't be long.
Cab Driver:
Take as long as you like - I'm leaving.
Nick Smith:
The most important thing to realize about parents is that there is absolutely nothing you can do about them.
Tom Townsend:
He seems less pessimistic than you.
Charlie Black:
I know: it doesn't ring true.
Charlie Black:
But I *am* authorized to use my mother's card: I use it all the time.
Charlie Black:
I can't believe you don't have a license.
Tom Townsend:
Of course I don't: I live in Manhattan.
Charlie Black:
Hey, look at this.
Tom Townsend:
What is it?
Charlie Black:
Looks like some girl's panties.
Tom Townsend:
Jesus, that bastard.
Serena Slocum:
I didn't save your letters but I didn't throw them away.
Tom Townsend:
I don't understand, is that a riddle?
Charlie Black:
Snobbery is looked down upon.
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