Melinda and Melinda (2004)
Melinda: Why do things that start off so promisingly always have a way of ending up in the dump?
Ellis Moonsong: Not for everyone.
Melinda: Well, for anybody with any imagination. You know, life is manageable enough if you keep your hopes modest. The minute you allow yourself sweet dreams you run the risk of them crashing down.
Susan: I wish we could afford a place in the Hamptons. Everybody who's anybody has one.
Hobie: Yeah, but if you're somebody who's nobody, it's no fun to be around anybody who's everybody.
Hobie: What? What's going on? Wait, all? we used to make love all the time and now, there's always an excuse.
Susan: I told you, I'm going through an emotionally difficult time creatively.
Hobie: You feel like we don't communicate anymore?
Susan: Of course we communicate. Now can we not talk about it anymore?
Walt Wagner: Maybe you should go back to your shrink... Discuss it.
Hobie: He just recommended Prozac. I think he has stock in the company, honestly.
Melinda: I'm an art historian... at least that's what I majored in at Brandeis.
Hobie: So, I have to ask you, how'd you go from living on the Upper East Side to St. Louis?
Melinda: I moved there for him. He was gorgeous. He was talented, he was sexy, he was a doctor, he was charming...
Hobie: Yes, but where's the attraction?
Melinda: He just knew how to touch me.
Hobie: You mean emotionally?
Melinda: No, with his hands.
Hobie: She's gorgeous. Hard to believe a Republican could be that sexual.
Hobie: I think it'd be only fair to tell you. I'm a Liberal.
Stacey: Oh. Are you talking politically, or in the bedroom?
Hobie: I was talking politically. In the bedroom I'm a left-wing Liberal.
Melinda: Uh I've been having a bad time so I just took some sleeping pills.
Hobie: Sleeping pills? How many?
Melinda: Uh... twenty-eight.
Susan: Oh my god, Hobie make some black coffee.
Melinda: No, I'm allergic to coffee, but do you have any vodka?
Hobie: They still talk about my portrayal of King Lear. I played it with a limp.
Hobie: Did I tell you I played Uncle Vanya once? With a limp. It was interesting.
Melinda: [Melinda wants to fix Hobie up with someone] What does she do?
Billy Wheeler: Investment counseling.
Hobie: One of those business suits who makes love to you on a conference call.
Melinda: You're the piano player.
Ellis Moonsong: Not any more. I'm on a break. A mysterious stranger has, uh, temporarily taken over, and I must say she plays beautifully. Hey, are your eyes misting over?
Melinda: The song... it's meaningful to me. It was playing the night I met someone.
Ellis Moonsong: So, are they tears of sorrow or tears of joy?
Melinda: Well, aren't they the same tears?
Ellis Moonsong: Yeah.
Melinda: I was just rubbing this lamp hoping to change my life.
Ellis Moonsong: Well, I believe in magic. In the end I think it's the only thing that can save us.
Melinda: [Dejected, having doscovered her boyfriend has been sleeping with her best friend] I loved you.
Ellis Moonsong: I don't have a satisfactory explanation. You know these things happen. Living is messy.