Lucky: The only thing worse than awkward silence: small talk.
Lucky: It's all going to go away. You, you, you, you, me, this cigarette, everything... into blackness, the void. And nobody's in charge, and you're left with... ungatz.
Elaine: And what do you do with that?
Howard: What do you do with that?
Lucky: You smile.
Lucky: There's a difference between lonely and being alone.
Lucky: He's gone, Howard, and you're all alone. We come in alone, and we go out alone.
Bobby Lawrence: That's awfully bleak.
Lucky: It's beautiful. "Alone" comes from two words, all-one. It's in the dictionary.