Larry: There's a girl out there who calls herself Venus, what's her real name?
Alice: I'm not a whore.
Larry: I wouldn't pay.
Larry: So Anna tell me your bloke wrote a book. Any good?
Alice: Of course.
Larry: It's about you isn't it?
Alice: Some of me.
Larry: Oh? What did he leave out?
Alice: The truth.
Alice: So you're Anna's boyfriend.
Larry: A princess can kiss a toad.
Larry: Toad. Frog. Lobster. They're all the same.
Larry: [on a photography exhibit] What do you think?
Alice: It's a lie. It's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully, and... all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful 'cause that's what they wanna see. But the people in the photos are sad, and alone... But the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.
Larry: I'm the big fat liar's boyfriend.
Dan: At six, we stand round the computer and read the next day's page, make final changes, put in a few euphemisms to amuse ourselves...
Alice: Such as?
Dan: "He was a convivial fellow" ... meaning he was an alcoholic. "He valued his privacy" ... gay. "He enjoyed his privacy" ... raging queen.
Alice: What would my euphemism be?
Dan: She was... disarming.
Alice: That's not a euphemism.
Dan: Yes, it is.
I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.
Dan: When I get back, please tell me the truth.
Dan: Because I'm addicted to it. Because without it, we're animals. Trust me.
Dan: What were you doing in New York?
Alice: You know...
Dan: Well no, I don't. What, were you studying?
Alice: Stripping. Look at your little eyes...
Dan: I can't see my little eyes.
Larry: Alice, tell me something that's true.
Alice: Lying's the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - but it's better if you do.
Dan: And you left him, just like that?
Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye."
Dan: Supposing you do still love them?
Alice: You don't leave.
Dan: You've never left someone you still love?
Alice: Who was your last boyfriend?
Anna: My husband.
Alice: Was he English?