Hector: 1. Making comparisons can spoil your happiness.
Hector: 2. A lot of people think happiness means being richer or more important.
Hector: 3. Many people only see happiness in their future.
Hector: 4. Happiness could be the freedom to love more than one woman at the same time.
Hector: 5. Sometimes happiness is not knowing the whole story.
Hector: 6. Avoiding unhappiness is not the road to happiness.
Hector: 7. Does this person bring you predominantly a. up b. down?
Hector: 8. Happiness is answering your calling.
Hector: 9. Happiness is being loved for who you are.
Hector: 10. Sweet Potato Stew!
Hector: 11. Fear is an impediment to happiness.
Hector: 12. Happiness is feeling completely alive.
Hector: 13. Happiness is knowing how to celebrate.
Hector: 14. Listening is loving.
Hector: 15. Nostalgia is not what it used to be.
Professor Coreman: We should concern ourselves, not so much with the pursuit of happiness, but with the happiness of pursuit.
[class laughs and applauds]
Professor Coreman: How many of us, I wonder, can recall that childhood moment when we experienced happiness as a state of being. That single moment of untarnished joy. That moment when everything in our world, inside and out, was alright. Everything was alright.
Dying Woman on Plane: I'm not afraid, Hector. People who are afraid of death are afraid of life.
Hector: You've been a fugitive. You've been in prison for your beliefs, you've lost family and loved ones. I mean, you've just been through so much. How is it you're so happy?
Old Monk: Because I've been through so much.
Hector: I mean, searching for happiness is one thing, but making it the goal, it just doesn't work, does it?
Old Monk: Higher than that, Hector. More important than what we are searching for is what we are avoiding.
Hector: Like unhappiness. So, don't make unhappiness *not* the goal?
Old Monk: Higher than that.
Hector: Avoiding unhappiness is *not* the road to happiness.
Old Monk: You hold all the cards, Hector.
Old Monk: Would you like to come in?
Hector: Yes, please. 'Cause I might not be around next week.
Old Monk: The moment of death is indeed uncertain. Come in.
Edward: You're a very very strange person, Hector. The kind of person I normally avoid like the plague. I'm glad I didn't.
Diego Baresco: I bet what I farm makes more people happy than what you dish out.
Hector: I see, farmer. I get it, drugs. Forgive me, but if your happiness causes other people's unhappiness, then how can there be happiness. Doesn't that bother you?
Diego Baresco: [throws him onto the bar for the second time] I don't cause unhappiness, I respond to it, same as you! We both feel the need, but the demand we don't create.
Professor Coreman: Everything was up for change. And he loved like he never loved before.
Hector: Your English is very good. Where are you from?
Diego Baresco: Would you like to see my passport?
[shows him a $100 bill]
Hector: I prefer your hair that way it is now.
French Proprietress: [Startles Hector] You are intriguing me. Come over us play vu. You are not wacking like these people.
Hector: Oh no, I'm Hector. I'm a psychiatrist.
French Proprietress: Psi-kay-trist! Alloh, you can elp me.
Hector: Oh, I think not.
French Proprietress: But, I want a penis... a penis.
Hector: [Shocked but then understands her dialect] You mean happiness!
French Proprietress: Everybody want a penis, but you cannot ol the penis.
Hector: Yes, sorry.
Hector: It's... uh... it's illusive, yeah. You can't touch happiness.
French Proprietress: You cannot touch a penis.
Hector: You know what smothering is, Clara? It's mothering, with an S!
Alan: There a big difference between being here, and being here to be photographed being here.
Hector: [waking suddenly from a nightmare] Clara!
Clara: Hector... Morning, sweetheart. Time to raise and shine.
Hector: [narrating] One upon a time, there was a young psychiatrist called Hector, who had a very satisfactory life. His world was tidy, uncomplicated. And he liked it that way. He took great comfort in its predictable patterns. Patterns his girl friend Clara was happy to maintain.
Professor Coreman: Where were you thinking of going on this journey of yours?
Hector: I was thinking China.
Professor Coreman: [surprised] Ah... China.
[a large metallic lid falls on the floor sounding like a chinese bell]
Professor Coreman: Brilliant.
Hector: I can't wait to tell my patients.
Old Monk: Tell them what?
Hector: We all, all of us have the capacity to be happy.
Old Monk: Higher than that Hector.
Hector: We all have a right to be happy?
Hector: I see. We all have an obligation to be happy.
Professor Coreman: [narrating] One upon a time, there was a young psychiatrist called Hector, who was very satisfied with his life.
Hector: [to stewardess] Far be it for me, and forgive me for asking, and I don't mean to pry, but can this plane go any faster?
Professor Coreman: His world was complex, sometimes even chaotic. And he liked it that way. He took comfort in the rich, random patterns of his life. He listened to his patients with real patience.
[chuckling about an encounter]
Professor Coreman: Oh ho, see what I mean? Sometimes with surprising results.
Hector: [trying on a castle guard's hat] It looks... it looks acceptable.