Robert: [singing] Somebody hold me too close, somebody hurt me too deep...
Robert: [singing] Marry me a little, Love me just enough. Cry, but not too often. Play, but not too rough.
Marta: You know what this city is? Where a person can feel it? It's in a person's ass.
Amy: A person can't stand all that sweetness, Paul. Nobody human can stand all that everlasting affection!
Robert: Amy, Paul can't find his good cufflinks!
Amy: They're on the dresser, right next to my suicide note.
Paul: Listen, Amy, married people are no more marriage than musicians are music. Just because some of the people might be wrong doesn't matter. It is still right.
Amy: Yes, well, I'll put that on a sampler, Paul.
Robert: [singing] All the stings, the ugly things, we'll keep unsaid. We'll build a cocoon of love and respect. You promise whatever you like, I'll never collect.
Robert: Everybody who ever fell in love and got married.
Joanne: I know both couples and they're both divorced.
Robert: [singing] Somebody crowd me with love! Somebody force me to care! Somebody let me come through! I'll always be there, as frightened as you, to help us survive being alive.