Close My Eyes (1991)
Richard: [to Sinclair's boatman] Is he going to kill me, do you think?
Richard: Being single...
Natalie: What about it?
Richard: It's not as simple as it used to be.
Richard: Come into the church and feel no guilt... come on, I dare you!
Jessica: I don't believe this, Richard, the vanity... now get out of here before I lose my temper.
Richard: But I was just asking you out.
Jessica: I thought you were meant to be something of an expert, you seem decidely rusty to me.
Richard: Rusty, certainly not, what's the answer?
Jessica: No. No! I've never seen anybody so obviously thinking about another...
Richard: Another what?
Jessica: I was going to say a woman, but it's more likely to be a 15-year old girl, isn't it? Who is she? Are you at a loose end tonight because of her? Or are you trying to forget her?
Sinclair: She's lying to me, all the time. When people lie to you, you suddenly can't think of anything else.
Richard: You've spotted little signs, have you?
Sinclair: ...little signs... didn't need to. She's been carrying around a giant placard saying, "I've been fucking somebody else."
Natalie: I knew you'd want this to end with one of us getting killed. Trust you to get both of us nearly killed.
Sinclair: I knew there was something extraordinary between you two, something which had to be purged. I don't want to know. There is a limit beyond which I can't go.
Sinclair: Those fires, a typical end to summer.
Natalie: I certainly wouldn't call this summer typical.
Richard: And to think, we didn't even really like each other as kids.
Natalie: Oh, go on, you can read it, I can see you edging toward it.
Sinclair: Just one chapter. It's the only thing that shuts me up.
Richard: You wanted to be artistic.
Natalie: I'm not artistic.
Richard: But you wanted to be.
Richard: She went for a job, he was the boss. She didn't get the job, she got him.
Natalie: I love you.
Sinclair: Of course you do.
Natalie: Do you love me?
Sinclair: Of course I do.
Natalie: I thought I heard voices.
Richard: Just my secretary, we're alone together.
Natalie: You're probably screwing her.
Richard: As a matter of fact I am.
Natalie: I have to get permission, I'll have to ask my 14 year-old boss.
Sinclair: These ashtrays are interesting, they're ridiculously large. People proclaim their importance in such a crass fashion. What will historians make of these ashtrays?
Richard: You're interested in everything, Sinclair.
Sinclair: These lists, ashtrays, this secretary here, you.
Natalie: You're late.
Richard: Sorry, it was unavoidable, trains on Sunday, you know what they're like.
Natalie: Unavoidable? I don't believe it. I've eaten all the food.
Richard: You've eaten all the food? Now that's serious.
Sinclair: I do believe, I have to confess, in spending money , not just hoarding it.